This is a song about "Weeks"

About disaster in the world and

Spent weeks wondering why my brains getting scanned

2 weeks later you show up missing

Hoping that he's listening

Ass shots in her seven jeans

But these days turn to weeks,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Its already been 2 weeks and im still so deaf

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Waking up in the hospital a few weeks later,

As diligent as guarding two weeks i was a fortnight

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

I've had so many maladies- been sick to death for weeks

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Way too big for my my fucking jeans