This is a song about "Papa in heaven"

Pinch pitching for hitchcock up in heaven with pac

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

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

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Never learned my lesson, seven minutes in heaven

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

I know you're in heaven now, and there's nothing i can do.

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

I'm everything that they call nice

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits