This is a song about "How does heaven look"

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

All brawn, but no brain, your lyrics insane, how does the cycle of rain,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

How does it make you feel that they’ve passed away? c’mon just

To dictate how to look,

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

I rather rap without ya seeing how i look

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

I can get locked up, but come on does it look like i give a fuck?

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

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

No matter how hard it gets to look back

Try to jack and i will attack

How does it feel getting beat by paper and scissors?

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters