This is a song about "Holy grace"

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

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

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

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

Every word i spit is holy

They say nothings ever free

But i know i see better days

Can you help me not fall from grace

Oldest nation on this earth

Most of us some holy bowlers,

That's why i'm makin' money

Call it the holy trinity,

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

I want to flow holy like matrimony bells