This is a song about "Week end"

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

And if any body asks im away for the week

Then during the next week or two

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Three lunch boxes a week,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Keep going 'til next week this ain't ever gon' end

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Not a week goes by without a fight

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Just this week , there's been a wreck,