This is a song about "Gaze"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space,

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

Move like i’m walking with an open case

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Stick it straight in your arteries, till it trickles red, your stare's a misted gaze

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

But you never come when you period is five days

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

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar

Whack rappers in sight, with the trash that they write in their sightless gaze

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face