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

Never learned my lesson, seven minutes in heaven

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

His birthdays coming wonder if he's happy in heaven

I just pray for my father in jail.

That’s what i call a fairy tale

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Now listen to your father,its our family matter

Dump that bitch in the sly

Who watched his father die

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

But it was africa the continent we all came from

So i guess i'll see you in heaven

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them