This is a song about "Making it to heaven"

It was like i was there, heaven in the skies.

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Rap away your anger for god to let you into heaven,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

And it rules everything around them

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Just wanted to get to heaven faster

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

Because my m1911 will send you straight to heaven

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

It was like i was there, heaven in the skies.