This is a song about "Sunday brownies"

Got problems, what? i can't say

Oh lord like it's sunday

The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I'll have your ass by sunday,

I make forty-some dollars a day

Never ever pay rent

I get dressed in my sunday best

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

High on brownies, fly on frownies, die froma suicidal act of spiritual kindness.

So please step aside

2am on a sunday night

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,