This is a song about "The weekend rave"

Girl, why you think i'm cheatin'? it's like this every weekend

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Crew at my house and we party every weekend so

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

And i understand you feel weekend and beaten

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Doing nothing over the weekend

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Tupac is cryin' in his grave, i'm at a rave with a ton of sun block,

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck