This is a song about "Heavens"

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

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

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Heavens stuck and trapped, inside my facial expressions

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

Our minds to heavens gates

While working on my mistakes