This is a song about "Week"

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Putting up with 5 days of school only to live it for the week,

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Not a week goes by without a fight

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I have to say r.i.p because, i'll see you again next week.

Every other week im in the station

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Three lunch boxes a week,

Sometimes i think, what i need