This is a song about "Sunday night bash"

Spitting on top a bitch he used to bash and lash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I'm just a pieces of thrash,so bash who you want it to be,

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Into the ground every day in every way, i'mma bash ém

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

So i'm ready to bash you in the head

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

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

I get dressed in my sunday best

I can only love you when you’re undressed

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

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/