This is a song about "Broken prayers"

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

But if we trust god...why did the prayers stop

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

I'll keep you up in my prayers, up there above in the sky,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Everyone's laughs in my face, say your prayers, say your grace

My broken heart you could mend

Niggas in the street scared

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

After the club, gettin you open

The ice ain't really nothing to her

These shards from the broken mirror

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that