This is a song about "Baby grace"

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

And maybe serving for the greater good will be my saving grace,

Rollin' with my baby

Hopin' that my niggas see

Parents treat me like a baby

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And i know love me baby

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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

Lookin' for these better days

Climb these trees, fall from grace

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace/

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/