This is a song about "Week end"

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

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

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I like listening to music in the week.

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

And if any body asks im away for the week

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Every other week im in the station

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

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

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

Just this week , there's been a wreck,