This is a song about "Prison gates"

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

But it's more like a prison

And modify your opinion

Rollin' down the four o five

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Got hu women frostburg women

That you just dropped the soap in prison

Who won't make it into heaven so they stare at the gates

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

For the occasion, paper planes

Our minds to heavens gates

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

I'll send you to heaven's gates, like supposed to/

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

So step inside my chamber aimed for pearly gates