This is a song about "Week 6"

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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

And if any body asks im away for the week

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

I'm looking like a zombie, haven't slept in a whole week

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Three lunch boxes a week,

I’m way harder than the concrete

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Fuk it right here right now or even next week

Cuz i wanna keep the heck off the cover of the national news week,

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep