This is a song about "My prayer"

Secret society all we ask is trust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Park my plane right there

But hoping with a prayer,

These my rhymes and my story

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

She broken beyond repair/ hoping with a prayer

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run