This is a song about "From the seven heaven above oh lord tell me that ain t true"

Admit that you deny the one above,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Give me strength, i pray to god, i swear that i still miss the lord,

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

You were the friend that kept me true,

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer

And that i spent the night with her

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

The lord from heaven is carrying me right now.

You were the friend that kept me true,

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Cheerfully i say lord take my wife to heaven, thank you for the extra hour

People always told me its a gift from up above

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus