This is a song about "This could be heaven"

I could be so much greater

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I lost my connection with a brethren

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Magic city tipping them

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

Sent straight from lyrical heaven to get this bitch straight/

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

I could be brian and you could be stewart

Back like i never ever left in the first

I need to be saved cause i want to see heaven

Like wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

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