This is a song about "The sundays"

Yeah bitch this date's done

Eyes poked out the the raven

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

They gon love me for my ambition

And i can't help but stare, cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Two reflections into one

You're the snow, i'm the sun

The vertex and the third eye

Where did my time go? i let it fly

The savage with the statics

She likes the way it hits her lips

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels