This is a song about "Prayer to the lord"

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

I'ma send him on a fully paid visit to the lord

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

So we just pray to the lord, that we could stay true

Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Singing praises to the lord unto the lord with his soul ready to sell

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Give me strength, i pray to god, i swear that i still miss the lord,

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

1:06 // verse 1: girl with the long hair, i wrote you a song prayer

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I,the first layer of self esteem. and there ain't no prayer to make it clean.