This is a song about "Heaven and flying"

Of a beautiful, heaven sent, and because it is relevant, bitch.

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Hes rasin hell and pullin heaven to earth

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Me and my friend play with your head as we kick it flying, we playing soccer

You needed your top angel back in heaven, to help the by and by.

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,