This is a song about "Rhythm heaven"

Car seats got screens in them

Sent here straight from heaven

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

Got hu women frostburg women

Blessed spittinn /expressed rhythm

You've got no rhythm,

Most of them niggas dumb

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Sit back and unwind to this mystical rhythm

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

So i guess i'll see you in heaven

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

There's nothin' like where i come from