This is a song about "Kingdom of heaven"

What heaven awaits we don't know

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Evaporating cruel regimes, telling the kingdom their schemes

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

A goody two shoe, she would of gone to heaven

I wonder what heaven is like

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

Cold, my style making my nose run

Help them recreate their kingdom

The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

Of a beautiful, heaven sent, and because it is relevant, bitch.

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge