This is a song about "Praying and changing and struggles"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

Still we be praying that the weather stop playing and cool the tropics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife

Who know this be the life that i really live

Are you hearing me right turn the sound up on the microphone

And, i'm sad and alone praying and wishing for my nigga to come home

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

I'm just praying my words grasp her heart and then melt it.

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And getting money is the song i sing

And you still there just praying and praying