This is a song about "Pray for me im trying my best struggling i know i can make it rapping"

I have the instinct to make little faggots my pray

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

And pray to pops that i make it

Never met khaled but i know im the best

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

I pray everyday to make my wishes be blissful

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

I just pray for my father in jail.

So what i do for the people i give it all my best

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Carol city or was it the west

I go for my personal best

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

But in my head there's something i can feel tugging and struggling