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

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

The youngest of my mother kids

In this known art of wits

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

His birthdays coming wonder if he's happy in heaven

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

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

Gotta get saved, 'cause i'd be rich in heaven

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Never learned my lesson, seven minutes in heaven

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

No matter , what we know who was victor in our minds