This is a song about "Sunday night bash"

All i heard was a few pouts, i think they were the hollywood bash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

2am on a sunday night

Them people see my good side

So i take the opportunity to bash a skull in brutally

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Or a sunday fry x4

Sweet, okay makes sense

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

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

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way