This is a song about "Bloody sunday"

And you're, approaching me right

2am on a sunday night

And they can't see the tragedy

Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody

Teach you how to rope a chick

Girl bloody and bloody period

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

This monopoly of bloody fangs,