This is a song about "Grace ful"

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace/

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Getting older 16 time to roach

And by the grace of god you make the approach

They say that i never cease to amaze

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

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

Climb these trees, fall from grace

Baby got that super bass

My waist with an abused hate with an amused state i should have refused grace

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always