This is a song about "Grace tan"

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

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

Climb these trees, fall from grace

But i'm not in the first place

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

But you never come when you period is five days

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

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

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always