This is a song about "Loss of evelyn grace"

Climb these trees, fall from grace

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

I let the white man get me, tally it as a loss

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

And by the grace of god you make the approach

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

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

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

Put expressions in their music and create the face