This is a song about "Your week"

Check this out homie my parents are gone for the week

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

And if any body asks im away for the week

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

I like listening to music in the week.

Starting to starve nothing to #eat losing weight by the #week,

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Then i gotta say peace to you

Then during the next week or two

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Cuz your guaranteed to go back to sleep by the enda this week