This is a song about "Music of my heaven"

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Like being hood was some kind of god-given present from heaven.

That's why my words are like escape to a heaven on earth,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Before, music reflected my feelings,

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Making dollar bills out of music

Could be applied to this shit

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

The time that they were alive with the sound of music.

Its times to go back to my throne in heaven

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Because my m1911 will send you straight to heaven