This is a song about "Your week"

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Nigga tryna sell give him a week

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Three lunch boxes a week,

Planned nothing for the week ahead

Probably die getting some head

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools