This is a song about "Heaven starewell"

Your whack ass raps make your homie ashamed in heaven

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

I want to fight the music on this one

Like they're angles from heaven.

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Or when there home drinking like they in heaven

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

Send foes back to heathrow book a flight to heaven

So i guess i'll see you in heaven

Come get some, you little bum

Let me call that hotel

Only heaven no hell

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Gotta get saved, 'cause i'd be rich in heaven