This is a song about "Even on sunday"

Or a sunday fry x4

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

I get dressed in my sunday best

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Even my haters kinda glad i'm on

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I didn't even go hard on my delivery

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Sleeping in the ground on a mound full of shit i'll spit on your tomb, i would've even

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

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

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