This is a song about "Heavenly smo"

Competitively spit heavily a heavenly entity

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Im done, hopefully you now know im the one son of the true rap god, sent in a heavenly pod,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Competition on the court

Rapper you know has a flow so heavenly

A military mind mean money

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills

And all women who had light features, see

I been flowin so smooth and so heavenly/

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck