This is a song about "Week days"

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Planned nothing for the week ahead

Baby, you got that super bass

Because they weak, like seven days.

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I get that work from my face

I could see the better days

Knees week, arms are sturdy

They say nothings ever free

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

And no nigga gon love you

Then during the next week or two

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Just remember that there's brighter days