This is a song about "Heaven and he ll"

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

As he skins into hell's grasp as it wasn't heaven he believed in, he laughed,

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

Like they're angles from heaven.

For the outlawz, here we come

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Im progression, pop a molly im sweatin, 5,6, and 7 off to heaven,

You ll catch some mean lumps

Real light jab to opponents

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

You ll still be a prize winner