This is a song about "Thursday afternoon"

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

And her smile lit up the room

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

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

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

I think i might go michelangelo with flows this afternoon,

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

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

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