This is a song about "Papa in heaven"

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

So i guess i'll see you in heaven

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

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

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

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

Never learned my lesson, seven minutes in heaven

His birthdays coming wonder if he's happy in heaven

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

So i guess i'll see you in heaven

Magic city tipping them