This is a song about "Up for weeks"

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

My first victim, i preyed on her for weeks.

2 weeks later you show up missing

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

In jail every 2 weeks/

Tryna kill my dreams

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Remember stand up for ur rights

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Rough weeks, and teenagers would kill for arousing prospects,

She's been missing for weeks her kid takes a seat watching my techniques

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

It’s been going on for a few weeks now, and it’s eating my brain

On they car note to go to the club

Waiting for me to fuck up