This is a song about "Grace perez"

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

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

Climb these trees, fall from grace

And pray for better days

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Everyone's laughs in my face, say your prayers, say your grace

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

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

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

All you niggas just trynaa say grace

And i got them gold bottles, first place