This is a song about "Heaven art"

And i ain't goin' well

Only heaven no hell

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Me and my microphone could be one

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Come get some, you little bum

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

I was on the stairway to heaven

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Hoes row got beans in them

Like they're angles from heaven.

Contributing the real shit

Piece of art that i painted