This is a song about "Praying"

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

He's sitting in a pit of conscience, praying to launch this

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

Im courtside, wizard game

Chance said he was praying for rain

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Rich white men control this nation, they're praying and preach,

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Your mother and my nine, got the bitch praying for her time

Praying to god but see he never had a reply

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die