This is a song about "Pray for me im trying my best struggling making people unhappy mexican never giving up"

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

And trying to get with me for props inside of my clique,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I pray for my family

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

He's making people homeless, and he's really trying to ban the porn?

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

To sanity im still up for debate. cause ive made sufferings for people i care

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And pray that we need never pray for closure/

I just play my part make moves like chess

It's making it hard for me to catch my breath