This is a song about "This could be heaven"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

How could this rule be set against my policy..

Sent straight from lyrical heaven to get this bitch straight/

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Heaven or hell don't really care which one i be in

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

My nickname could be trouble.

The world is so typical

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

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

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

I need to be saved cause i want to see heaven

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

Hard to move on when you always regret one

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven