This is a song about "Gods grace"

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

I call it my holy grace

Baby, you got that super bass

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

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Now hey little mama

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

It will be my saving grace of repetition

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way