This is a song about "Locked out of heaven"

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

My eyes automatically, locked on to her, no word of lie uh!

I glide with peace the essence of heaven is cooked up meat

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Of dying solders's scream,now they're live in a place called heaven

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

You should of locked up ya mouth bitch now ya lockin your door

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

All the time with this glock of mines

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,