This is a song about "Week"

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

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

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Knees week, arms are sturdy

I’m way harder than the concrete

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Writing verses can be a freestyle or something written in a week

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

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

I like listening to music in the week.

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

And if any body asks im away for the week

Fuk it right here right now or even next week

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Not a week goes by without a fight

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride