This is a song about "Praying to god"

And i keep on praying

I do the right thing

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

It all belongs to god

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

I need to cope with the stress, praying i hope for the best,

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Despite all my fear, im a courageous child, young and wild, but praying to be free,

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Desperately praying above guess what god said to me

Maybe praying to god didn't work so he's now got the devil's grip.

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit