This is a song about "Heavens"

Separate your body and soul and schedule you a time with the heavens

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Heavens stuck and trapped, inside my facial expressions

Scream at the heavens you reject his love,

And now it's clear as this promise

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Will be the day i reach the skies, in this game and at heavens gate!

It’s something that’s in your veins

Our minds to heavens gates

They taking control you wake up sweating, cold, lack heavens mold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

So sedated i should moderate but wait, i don't know how

I keep looking up to the heavens asking the lord what do i do now,