This is a song about "Even on sunday"

Gift so whack,even on xmas even fake santa wont give

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

Which you know i'm different, right

Even with the devil on your side

Oh lord like it's sunday

Im on, im on tha way

So stoned dont even know what the fuck is going on,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Life has put her to the test

I get dressed in my sunday best

Even when i had nothing left to give i still plodded on,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton