This is a song about "Broken prayers"

Broken beyond repair,

U got all them drums in there

Asking for prayers from some hermit virgins

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

And i know that you're open

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Between the gold rings on her fingers and those diamond earrings in pairs

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

I just had my fucking empathy broken

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Inequality reigns over us, by our prayers god is overrun/

Somethings broken, awoken, unspoken

So keep fronting till my peeps come