This is a song about "On my knees"

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Why i always on my knees to beg and plea

My ill speak leave ya week beggin on ya knees

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I begging on my knees,

Cause there could never be peace

World's got me on my hands and knees like when i first learned to crawl

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

What do i gotta do, get down on my knees and plead?

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I got all the haters on their knees

But ima just shrug it off,you aint on my level you dont even come to my knees

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

You down on your knees when you hear my dj's beat tickety tickety tack