This is a song about "Pray for my bro"

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

For your info bro hand lotion used only by women

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

I just pray for my father in jail.

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Hip hop needs a transformation, pray for me,

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

Then some lady named billie holiday

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

I have the instinct to make little faggots my pray

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way