This is a song about "Your week"

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Yeah, i won the rhyme lottery, it's just another week

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

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

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

Not a week goes by without a fight

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Nigga tryna sell give him a week

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Just this week , there's been a wreck,

Three lunch boxes a week,

I pray the lord my guns to keep