This is a song about "Grace ful"

I made 'em take a taste of the amazing race, the saving grace,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

I call it my holy grace

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Never can i straight face

Can you help me not fall from grace

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

It's weak-ful, i don't preach! i tap keys to each beat!