This is a song about "My daughter grace"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

I call it my holy grace

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I don't wanna die, i miss my wife and my daughter

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

My waist with an abused hate with an amused state i should have refused grace

I’ve got my daughter raised here, rocking her back to sleep,

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

My daughter sees it, says her innocent words to escape,

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Climb these trees, fall from grace

I miss the better days