This is a song about "The weekend"

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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

Seeking reasons for weekend demons

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Almost lost my life to the industry

Doing nothing over the weekend

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend