This is a song about "State of grace"

Ain't hard to tell life's a bitch, that's my state of mind

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

And by the grace of god you make the approach

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

In a state of indecision, you derailed my mission,

I never felt so alive without an altered state of mind

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The reflections of my mental state, questioning how i can even operate

I made 'em take a taste of the amazing race, the saving grace,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

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