This is a song about "Preying mantis"

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

As often, i do this

Im not no mamba just mantis,

Preying to be saved, depraved from a inevitable, delayed,

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Blasphemy becomes me while priests are preying in churches