This is a song about "Heavenly"

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Rapper you know has a flow so heavenly

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Praise to the heavenly lord.

All you need is your passport

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Competitively spit heavily a heavenly entity

Competitively spit heavily a heavenly entity

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see