This is a song about "Back into the heavens"

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Into an abyss, out into the world.

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I wish they'd descend from the heavens

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Im rolling into compton, unknown and forgotten, with the sign caution, on my back,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

You're bad fashion, i'm crashin' into the side and back of a

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

Let's skip the crap, it's time for me to get back into battling,

Get back into the kitchen whore, you can quit your bitching or,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for