This is a song about "Weeks"

Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets

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

So 3 weeks later, after school i was looking for my supposedly best friend

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

My eyes were doomed, my heart was broken for several weeks

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Then get out your seat and jump around

Three weeks no peep or a even a sound

I've been dragging on, keeping up, for a span of #two #weeks,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Its already been 2 weeks and im still so deaf

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Your last weeks news, thought my emotions was true

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you