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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

This is no trial, this a closed case

I'm going harder, and changing my pace

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

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

I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive