This is a song about "Delaney grace duffy"

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

It'll last for all these crazy days

All you niggas just trynaa say grace

My waist with an abused hate with an amused state i should have refused grace

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

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

Climb these trees, fall from grace

Thinking of bliss and the good days

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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