This is a song about "Even on sunday"

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

Convertibles with turbo jets

Or a sunday fry x4

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

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Even though the disappointment plays in your head on repeat.

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

And then rainbow on sunday