This is a song about "Up for weeks"

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Freaks mangled, steel shackles in confinement for weeks

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

I'll be dead in a few weeks

All that ass in your jeans

I've had so many maladies- been sick to death for weeks

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Trap our young black seeds

But these days turn to weeks,

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Waiting for me to fuck up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Waiting for me to fuck up