This is a song about "Our father who art in heaven"

You never win, and you hope heaven lets you in.

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Your father sits in jail

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

I wouldn't say i'm nino with the carter

Cause i was the one who lost my father

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Your whack ass raps make your homie ashamed in heaven