This is a song about "Livin on a prayer"

1:06 // verse 1: girl with the long hair, i wrote you a song prayer

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

It ain't hard to make money

We were livin a fantasy

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

My ear's rang, a warning shot came, no time for another prayer.

I think i need to say a prayer for the last few nights

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

I'm livin' on the edge,

So take your seat on the bench

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

We were livin a fantasy

Fuck fame, fuck money

We were livin a fantasy