This is a song about "Heavenly"

Competitively spit heavily a heavenly entity

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

By this being that is to be describe as a heavenly construct.

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Take a journey through your brain to heavenly gates,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Rapper you know has a flow so heavenly

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Competitively spit heavily a heavenly entity