This is a song about "Grace tan"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Can you help me not fall from grace

All you niggas just trynaa say grace

But i know i see better days

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

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

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan