This is a song about "Weeks"

But these days turn to weeks,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Tell them niggas they slipping

2 weeks later you show up missing

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

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

Haven't shaven for #weeks feel like i'm fading no #sleep,

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

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

She's been missing for weeks her kid takes a seat watching my techniques

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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