This is a song about "Sweet puzzy saturday"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I go to church every saturday

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu

The sweet sweat he's breathing,

Why not me the same thing

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

But he don't rule a thing

It's not that sweet tasting

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

You think you put in work? that's sweet

Cause they right down the street