This is a song about "Heavens"

Heavens stuck and trapped, inside my facial expressions

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Redbox flow and i do not date

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Our minds to heavens gates

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

Hitting breaches-bodies stack to top of heavens reaches-

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was