This is a song about "Week"

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

I have to say r.i.p because, i'll see you again next week.

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

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

Then during the next week or two

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

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

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Every other week im in the station

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

Swear i will murk any beat