This is a song about "Your week"

Comes to fine out you was only there for a week

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

And if any body asks im away for the week

Figures thousands in week

Redan road, that’s my street

I'm looking like a zombie, haven't slept in a whole week

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

I can always go home and look down my street

Let me have it your rhymes are mine from last week

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

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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