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

Rappers use beats like this to talk about their time

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I said believe in your dreams

As if my lesser heart beats

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

I'm a legend your a stranger about to get sent to heaven

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

The race war, when it's us against all of them

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Maybe this love is long gone