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

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

No a/c cheap car to do work

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

If that's a fact, it'll take task force to get you back, come on

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

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Then off to work, i said by like a cycle

After lebron, i'm what's next

Or a sunday fry x4

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool