This is a song about "Clap for grace"

Looking for them better days

Can you help me not fall from grace

Climb these trees, fall from grace

Say you through will all my foul ways

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

The real muscle in the message of that

With every boom boom clap in it

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

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

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

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

Just sit nicely and clap.

Make the fingers snap

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face