This is a song about "Turn up on the weekends"

Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Wake up, pop a cap, rinse and repeat, turn up the beat

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Turn on the faucet, fill up the sink, ill ask ur sone if he wants a drink,

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

He been waiting for his connection to come

Even you turn the lights out the show is going on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Now my shit is like a crip sneaker

Watch as i turn up the heater/

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy