This is a song about "Holy motherfuckin automation testin"

I call it my holy grace

Slow and steady wins this race

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

And i mean every motherfuckin word

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Your holy raps are to me

Give me it holy shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

But make sure if they do see

Call it the holy trinity,

I'm clever, my vendetta puts to rest who i'm testin too

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

Stack in his hand trynna make that last