This is a song about "Sunday"

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

I'll have your ass by sunday,

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

And then rainbow on sunday

But i ain't get to see you today

You know he flea by sunday

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

2am on a sunday night

Left side, left side

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,