This is a song about "This could be heaven"

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And this is the lowest i could ever be

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

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

I can't handle it, i don't see fit , i won't fit, could it be, that this is it?

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven