This is a song about "Rhythm heaven"

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Like they're angles from heaven.

Grown men never should bite their tongue

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

So i guess i'll see you in heaven

For the outlawz, here we come

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

I can always go home and look down my street

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak