This is a song about "Tuesday s"

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

The outline which you n****s out dated

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Hard to move on when you always regret one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Bad, just like an 80's car

I guzzle up at the bar

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time