This is a song about "Heavens"

I wish they'd descend from the heavens

So here i am at the store for some chips

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Hitting breaches-bodies stack to top of heavens reaches-

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

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Heavens door, but i am just too late

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

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

Heavens stuck and trapped, inside my facial expressions