This is a song about "On a tuesda"

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

See santa coming on a reindeer

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

After your names on a tombstone

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Got defence up on a list

But our flow is the truest

Mama made her pretty

Got a bounty on me

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Im on a paper chase

2am on a sunday night

Whether you wrong or you right