This is a song about "Grace the hoes"

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Got shows on top of shows

In the garden guarding my hoes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The hoes are resented,

I be on some other shit

X's and o's, you must be the rose

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

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

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes