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

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror,

For something u shouldn't had brought yourself into

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

So it's time for me to stop writing, or i'll roast the rappers that's trying.

Oh lord like it's sunday

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Uhh, look at me and look at yourself and see the difference

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You sell yourself for better jobs

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

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Digging yourself one or getting bitch slapped for bad behavior

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are