This is a song about "Grace the hoes"

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

I'm freakin the hoes bra

The science and the art, africa

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

In the garden guarding my hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Where but for the grace of god is it that i ought to be

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody