This is a song about "Praying"

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

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

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

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Chance said he was praying for rain

I wanted the money and never the fame

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Praying that it's just a dream, it all should end

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

And i keep on praying

Money ain't a thing