This is a song about "Sunday"

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

Watch them get they monica on all day

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I get dressed in my sunday best

Oh lord like it's sunday

She do everything i say

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

You know he flea by sunday

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

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,