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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

And then we'll be ghost

And its your body i roast

She do everything i say

You know he flea by sunday

Round my motherfuckin way

And then rainbow on sunday

You talkin' shit about randy, but look at yourself

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

You're just hand clapping for yourself