This is a song about "Easter sunday"

And then rainbow on sunday

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

2am on a sunday night

But if i die tonight

You think you're hard boiled? fucker you're an easter egg

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Round my motherfuckin way

Oh lord like it's sunday

You know he flea by sunday

Struggling first class, headed for the runway