This is a song about "Heavenly"

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Competitively spit heavily a heavenly entity

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

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

Competition on the court

Praise to the heavenly lord.

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

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

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Take a journey through your brain to heavenly gates,

Competitively spit heavily a heavenly entity

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree