This is a song about "The weekend"

But it's still cool just to dream man because

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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