This is a song about "Livin on a prayer"

Yeah i run this earth , the globe u livin on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Took my heart away from money

We were livin a fantasy

Not one j got a pair or more

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

A complete stranger added me to her prayer list

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Hope it's just not there, got to many hair, opps just started with a prayer

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

He tried to rape me, but i slapped him with a prayer wheel

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Flexin' hard nigga all the time