This is a song about "Back to work on a sunday"

So i work towards it on a day to day basis,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Puttin in work, to much work,

As my work rate beckons to keep on track of pleasure

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Wishing on a star won't work, get some ambition

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Brought the game back to life on a 2pac track/

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say