This is a song about "Texas gates"

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

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

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

For the occasion, paper planes

Our minds to heavens gates

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Now we've reached the pearly gates

And i ain't got what it takes

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Take a journey through your brain to heavenly gates,

Talkin texas 100 im talking av summers are deafnetly warmer

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

So step inside my chamber aimed for pearly gates