This is a song about "Your week"

Let me have it your rhymes are mine from last week

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Just this week , there's been a wreck,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Planned nothing for the week ahead

Comes to fine out you was only there for a week

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Cos he hasn't seen his dad in a goddamned week

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep