This is a song about "Clap for grace"

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

With every boom boom clap in it

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

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

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Blame the name, fame, brace for grace, stay away of this face.

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Let's pretend he was never forced to pray for the grace,