This is a song about "God s abundant grace"

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

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

To make karma come faster than she normally will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

All you niggas just trynaa say grace

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Condense your two cents with abundant rhymes dispensed

And by the grace of god you make the approach

Pep yourself up like your own damn coach

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Cuz the grace won't recognize his face once i fucking waste him,