This is a song about "Week"

We can't catch the beat

Three lunch boxes a week,

Cos he hasn't seen his dad in a goddamned week

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

What them tippers don't see

Knees week, arms are sturdy

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

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

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

Not a week goes by without a fight

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

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

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

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

Planned nothing for the week ahead

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed