This is a song about "Week"

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Nigga tryna sell give him a week

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

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

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Cuz your guaranteed to go back to sleep by the enda this week

Every other week im in the station

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win