This is a song about "Week 6 exhibiton"

Planned nothing for the week ahead

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

I like listening to music in the week.

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Hopin' that my niggas see

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Not a week goes by without a fight

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

Every other week im in the station

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Fuk it right here right now or even next week

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen