This is a song about "Kicked out of heaven"

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

I'm seeing hell but not before grabbing a piece of heaven too

A goody two shoe, she would of gone to heaven

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

9 in the morning and i kicked her out the door

Haven't been kicked out since i've made some cents

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

We vegetables, on them record labels

So i kicked of my shoes, threw away the shackles

Out of mind out of sight

But we having sex tonight

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

About the rhymes i just kicked