This is a song about "Prayers"

Double mg, we millionaires

Oh god i hope you hear my prayers,

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

Night i need that she comin here right away

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

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

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

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

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

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

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block