This is a song about "Week"

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

And if any body asks im away for the week

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

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

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

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

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

I can always go home and look down my street

Check this out homie my parents are gone for the week

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Cuz your guaranteed to go back to sleep by the enda this week

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