This is a song about "Prayers about friends"

To increase my ends

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All these rappers complain about fake friends

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

Between the gold rings on her fingers and those diamond earrings in pairs

Dont lie sayig your from the endz, i dont give a fuck about you or your friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Oh god i hope you hear my prayers,

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

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