This is a song about "Pray for your gf"

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

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

I just pray for my father in jail.

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

What's the odds that a atheist will pray for me,

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

So the devil that drove in her got in control

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

I think they wish that i was locked up, pray and hope for that,

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

Fuck yourself today aint your day, so stop and pray cuz i am not gone

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Let's pretend he was never forced to pray for the grace,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

So catholics hold your rosaries, baptists pray and roll the weed,