This is a song about "Grace love"

All you niggas just trynaa say grace

And i got them gold bottles, first place

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

Move like i’m walking with an open case

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case