This is a song about "Weekend"

I would party every weekend till i lose myself

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Girl, why you think i'm cheatin'? it's like this every weekend

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Super size future conversations be like hella high dropping beats no retreat sweeten up the weekend

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

Half your body laying on my chest

I know what you did last weekend!

Seeking reasons for weekend demons

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends