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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

You don't work you are a slave my work is jesus's gift to me, baby see

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Teaching you how i work, let's get back to the basics/

Or a sunday fry x4

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Work and i work just to make a punchline

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Im trying to work on my anger/

Life’s a bitch and i feel her