This is a song about "Pray for it"

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

I just pray for my father in jail.

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

And said she'd pray for my sad, twisted soul

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

You better pray for your wallet, i'm coming for your cash

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

I pray so much about it, need some knee pads

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Pray to god it all ends well/ my sould is what im lookin for

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

If you say yes to me, than i realize it is a good thing to pray

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

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,