This is a song about "Flights tickets"

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

But am i less holy

All who bought tickets is with me,

But if you're just now buying tickets then i'm charging a late fee

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

1st flights these bitches know we do

You reflect me, i love that about you

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Paid for all my tickets, cops begin to drop some charge

Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch

So fuck macklemore, his tickets are rip off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss