This is a song about "Heavenly smo"

Fresh out the airport

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

So i know you act right for the heavenly mass// i never believed in yolo// i'm like

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Take a journey through your brain to heavenly gates,

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

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills