This is a song about "Heaven kelly cousin"

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

To me she's everything, to her i'm her cousin

So the ones eye has freak don't run

I was on the stairway to heaven

So i guess i'll see you in heaven

Vijay singh and all of them

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

My cousin dont get me hard,

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

The race war, when it's us against all of them