This is a song about "Prayers sinz"

Everyone's laughs in my face, say your prayers, say your grace

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

Say your fucking prayers, stop cuttin layers, gods telling me your a sin waiting to happen,

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

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

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

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

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

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

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one