This is a song about "Travis weeks"

As diligent as guarding two weeks i was a fortnight

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

I've been dragging on, keeping up, for a span of #two #weeks,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

My eyes were doomed, my heart was broken for several weeks

Haven't shaven for #weeks feel like i'm fading no #sleep,

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Spent weeks wondering why my brains getting scanned

In private, not public in the streets

I haven't recorded in two weeks,

It all started few weeks ago when i was lost

If you thought it, it better be what you want

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Freaks mangled, steel shackles in confinement for weeks