This is a song about "Week 6"

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

Check this out homie my parents are gone for the week

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

Probably die getting some head

Planned nothing for the week ahead

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Starting to starve nothing to #eat losing weight by the #week,

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Just this week , there's been a wreck,

Three lunch boxes a week,

The drug that they brain need

Then during the next week or two

Life's tryin to lap you