This is a song about "Broken prayers"

Yo, turn me up some

Streaks are made to broken

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Just searching for the perfect shot

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

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

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Asking for prayers from some hermit virgins

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Streaks are made to broken