This is a song about "Heaven and flying"

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

In my mind is where i'm flying

And my grandmother dying

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

If i die me and her will dance in heaven

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Attack a reverend, snap his neck and send that faggot back to heaven

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming