This is a song about "Grace lee"

Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

It will be my saving grace of repetition

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

This is no trial, this a closed case

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

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

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

They say that i never cease to amaze

Can you help me not fall from grace

Climb these trees, fall from grace

And pray for better days

I call it my holy grace

Never can i straight face