This is a song about "Loss of evelyn grace"

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Until your lungs are compressed from a loss of breath of me impressing you//

I call it my holy grace

And pray for better days

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Little kids are at a loss

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Everyone's laughs in my face, say your prayers, say your grace

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Aight u wanna battle, get for your 6 loss,