This is a song about "Thursday afternoon"

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

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

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

My bitch wanna spoon late in the afternoon, this bitch that i consumed,

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price