This is a song about "Aleppo syria pray for gaza"

But five years from now i bet she see

I pray for my family

And pray that we need never pray for closure/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I spend it make it right back on a monday

No more games, for now they better pray

Chemical weapons in syria, i fuckin' hate them too,

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Let's pretend he was never forced to pray for the grace,

Let's pretend he was never forced to pray for the grace,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

And we gotta stay and pray for 'em, may sound strange but wait

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Pray to god it all ends well/ my sould is what im lookin for