This is a song about "The weeknd"

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Endless the days, forever the nights,

All the time with this glock of mines

The world is so typical

The king of the jungle

Across the face of the earth

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Its cold as shit in this booth

Saw the bombs on the news