This is a song about "Heavenly"

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Take a journey through your brain to heavenly gates,

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Competitively spit heavily a heavenly entity

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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