This is a song about "Back into the heavens"

Separate your body and soul and schedule you a time with the heavens

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Well..now imma go into the fight back mode

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Into an abyss, out into the world.

But people say you'll find a way to insert another love somehow.

I keep looking up to the heavens asking the lord what do i do now,

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

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I wish they'd descend from the heavens