This is a song about "Sunday hoops"

Spin loops when dropping hooks, hoops like i'm shaq,

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

2am on a sunday night

Why we gotta fight

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

You know he flea by sunday

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

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

I'll have your ass by sunday,

Take me away away

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