This is a song about "Heavens"

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Our minds to heavens gates

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Living in this century heavens doors aint closed but ill break and entry

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Heavens door, but i am just too late

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

She likes the way it hits her lips

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Hitting breaches-bodies stack to top of heavens reaches-

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

And if you love substance you'll love wale