This is a song about "This could be heaven"

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Sent straight from lyrical heaven to get this bitch straight/

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Of all that i could do, and how happy you could be

Before she sends my ass into heaven with a halo,there won't be a tomorrow

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Said when i do dirt wit her

So she could be that dancer

Carolina where i made it from

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

I need to be saved cause i want to see heaven

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine