This is a song about "420 bill aze it fa gates"

So step inside my chamber aimed for pearly gates

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Slaying niggas in they sleep, buffalo bill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

And you can see it on the bill thats in your pocket your holding

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

And today we're still in chains

Spheres of shadow strike the gates