This is a song about "Helen grace"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

It will be my saving grace of repetition

And i just love your flashy ways

Can you help me not fall from grace

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

All you niggas just trynaa say grace

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Saving grace could i be even present in an angel's face,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase