This is a song about "Your lace"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

You phonies is fake you all is tripping tie up ya lace

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Took the van, went snatch her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Dealers lace the rock on vacant plots, forsaken blocks, it,

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit