This is a song about "This killer s heart beats gone to heaven"

As if my lesser heart beats

Little more weed, first class seats

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Now your gone theres a heart with pain

This is how she want to live

To this beats and these rhymes,

Sent straight from lyrical heaven to get this bitch straight/

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team