This is a song about "Grace tan"

Baby got that super bass

Climb these trees, fall from grace

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

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

I'm lookin face to face, and i save the day, but i'm not amazing grace,

All you niggas just trynaa say grace

This is no trial, this a closed case

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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