This is a song about "Grace the hoes"

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

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

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Blame the name, fame, brace for grace, stay away of this face.

I made 'em take a taste of the amazing race, the saving grace,

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

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Bought the dope and have hoes

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase