This is a song about "Heavens"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

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

At an extremly alarming rate

Heavens door, but i am just too late

I wish they'd descend from the heavens

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

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

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate

The proverbial lemonade that i made

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

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow