This is a song about "Grace the best"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Well simply to be the best

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

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

The best of the best, emma rae.

Just to go to liv on a sunday

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

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

"its the motherfucking best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Half your body laying on my chest

From the rest, cos your the best of the best