This is a song about "Your lace"

She stunned and amazed me with her lace attire

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I got that goodman game

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Give him a job to lace you up and a slow pace

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Black fours red drop head doors

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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