This is a song about "Heavens"

Our minds to heavens gates

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I wish they'd descend from the heavens

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

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

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

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

Heavens door, but i am just too late

At an extremly alarming rate

Heavens stuck and trapped, inside my facial expressions

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence