This is a song about "Its sunday"

Its in operation

Gin makes me sin

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Its for certain that its curtains

Its in operation

One time give it up for him

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Slowing its exponentially

The hate and the evil that you gave mei shine as a reminder of what you've done to my people

God is in my life every sunday im in the steeple, i fuck girls while theyr bent in the fetal,