This is a song about "Prayers"

Asking for prayers from some hermit virgins

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

But lord if none of these prayers start to be answered for us,

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

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

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

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

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

But if we trust god...why did the prayers stop

Ever since then i had no job