This is a song about "Bloody sunday"

Struggling first class, headed for the runway

I'll have your ass by sunday,

You know he flea by sunday

Im im on tha way

Half your body laying on my chest

I get dressed in my sunday best

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Kidnapped celebrities bloody mary'd with celery,

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Took the van, went snatch her