This is a song about "Sunday bbq"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I get dressed in my sunday best

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Or a sunday fry x4

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

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

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

You know he flea by sunday

Round my motherfuckin way