This is a song about "Heavenly smo"

Take a journey through your brain to heavenly gates,

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

I'll crucify the good lord and take his heavenly benefits

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

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

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

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

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Steady to sulk heavenly bolts of electrical volts especially on impulse