This is a song about "Prison gates"

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

Now we've reached the pearly gates

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Cunninlynguists - the gates (instrumental)

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Caught up inside this mental prison

Just to match the grind with precision

You fags, send ya to hells gates

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

It’s something that’s in your veins

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Im trill like bill gates money times twenty/   its funny/

Take a journey through your brain to heavenly gates,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates