This is a song about "Railway to heaven"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Its times to go back to my throne in heaven

But thanks to the heaven above,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

But to the case, my enemy never go above, only when there soul goes to heaven.

Take me to heaven where i should reside,

And you're, approaching me right

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Send foes back to heathrow book a flight to heaven

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Because my m1911 will send you straight to heaven

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

A goody two shoe, she would of gone to heaven