This is a song about "Heaven is home"

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Home remedies, is what i like to use

Home grown, is the g that i've shown.

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

The lord from heaven is carrying me right now.

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

I glide with peace the essence of heaven is cooked up meat

Nobody is going home

Gotta handle your own

I ain't scared, i'm saved when i die in heaven is where i'll work.

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Cause heaven is outside but satan keeps tryin to welcome me aboard

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Or when there home drinking like they in heaven