This is a song about "Gates"

Take a journey through your brain to heavenly gates,

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Cunninlynguists - the gates (instrumental)

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

I'm like the bill gates of rap, this games for me to hack

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Im trill like bill gates money times twenty/   its funny/

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

It’s something that’s in your veins

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

That id image becoming richer than bill gates

Get the gates clear i wonder about space here

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel