This is a song about "Thursday afternoon"

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

Could've spent it all on thursday, but i saved it for my parents

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

I think i might go michelangelo with flows this afternoon,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Think not ok i gotta football game on thursday at 8pm at the game i got five

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back