This is a song about "This could be heaven"

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

There's nothin' like where i come from

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

More mistakes could be made ‘n

I literally could shit on paper and it'd be better than this garbage

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

And all women who had light features, see

How could this rule be set against my policy..

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Well, that's what you are

And could i be a star

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Never cross me and this could be friendly