This is a song about "Heavens"

One verse is all it takes

Our minds to heavens gates

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Heavens stuck and trapped, inside my facial expressions

It's over blaw if u wanna rap come to me i will show u how

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

I never fit in with them light skins

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray