This is a song about "Against all odds"

What's the odds that a atheist will pray for me,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Do you realize who your up against

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Odds stacked against me like ten to one,i've never been the one

The odds your jaws will drop is astromonically high

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

And the odds from the start set against you,

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

But when i rage against haters they all afraid and get shook,