This is a song about "Making it to heaven"

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Just wanted to get to heaven faster

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Because my m1911 will send you straight to heaven

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Send foes back to heathrow book a flight to heaven

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

Grab a pen in clutches, send it to heaven above functions

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence