This is a song about "Grace murphy"

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

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

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

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

All i wanted to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

But i'm not in the first place

Climb these trees, fall from grace

Say you through will all my foul ways

I call it my holy grace

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

All i want to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days