This is a song about "Praying"

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

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

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

You can it praying to the nerds

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

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

People continuously tell us they keep praying for us,

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Your girl on her knees "praying" but she give a mean blowjob

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I started praying for the hope and the change of love