This is a song about "Sunday brownies"

2am on a sunday night

On that red-eyed kush flight

And then rainbow on sunday

She do everything i say

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

I was gonna write you a poem today

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

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

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

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush