This is a song about "Bracing yourself for sunday roast at grandmas"

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

You're just hand clapping for yourself

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

They just go through, you ask yourself why look at you

I can't keep running away

Oh lord like it's sunday

Digging yourself one or getting bitch slapped for bad behavior

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

For a fact, you might lose yourself

Wish i could shed all these tears

Fend for yourself, learn how to defend your cents

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

For something u shouldn't had brought yourself into