This is a song about "Angle s in heaven"

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

I know you're in heaven now, and there's nothing i can do.

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Gotta get saved, 'cause i'd be rich in heaven

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Do you want to see heaven, or will you live in hell?

I’m effervescent, just ask them

So i guess i'll see you in heaven

You never win, and you hope heaven lets you in.

I make songs about shit for attention

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Pinch pitching for hitchcock up in heaven with pac