This is a song about "Travis weeks"

Couple of weeks go by it ain't even like i'm gettin' high

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

You said its been weeks and all you thought of was that.

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Freaks mangled, steel shackles in confinement for weeks

Get blown like lawn leaves

But these days turn to weeks,

I only got one rule, no kissing

2 weeks later you show up missing

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds