This is a song about "Baby grace"

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Can you help me not fall from grace

They say that i never cease to amaze

All i wanted to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

It will be my saving grace of repetition

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree