This is a song about "Prayers about friends"

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

I'll keep you up in my prayers, up there above in the sky,

Inequality reigns over us, by our prayers god is overrun/

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

With your friends and get blazed, talking about bitches, or playing video games

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Since we were never really friends.

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Why are you mad? i brag to my friends about you 24 seven,

To increase my ends

Shake junt, get buck my friends