This is a song about "Week"

Yeah, i won the rhyme lottery, it's just another week

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Admire your style and your physique

Let me have it your rhymes are mine from last week

Knees week, arms are sturdy

I'm cold on the cold turkey

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Just this week , there's been a wreck,

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Bitch i'm all you need

Three lunch boxes a week,

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Fuk it right here right now or even next week