This is a song about "God s grace"

Everybody finger point in your direction

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

Climb these trees, fall from grace

I miss the better days

S queezys very bold

But for long time i had gone cold

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I get that work from my face

Can you help me not fall from grace

It will be my saving grace of repetition

So if it comes down, may the best man win