This is a song about "Remeberance sunday"

You know he flea by sunday

Keep losing my way

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

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

Or a sunday fry x4

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

No one knows what to say

Oh lord like it's sunday

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

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

I'll have your ass by sunday,

If you out there let me hear you say

I get dressed in my sunday best

Might as well get it off yo’ chest