This is a song about "God s abundant grace"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

S queezys very bold

All this paper i fold

Say you through will all my foul ways

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Move like i’m walking with an open case

All you niggas just trynaa say grace

Riding around without a fuck given

It will be my saving grace of repetition

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways