This is a song about "Travis weeks"

As diligent as guarding two weeks i was a fortnight

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I haven't recorded in two weeks,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Gentrification, rent just keeps raising in days and in weeks,

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

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Its already been 2 weeks and im still so deaf

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Rough weeks, and teenagers would kill for arousing prospects,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Try me,i'll have you hooked up to an iv for 5 weeks

Three weeks no peep or a even a sound

Even if i miss she gon' rebound