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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

I know it's nice to hear this shit to win your racist heart,

Bitch you should see my wallet

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

To the beats which i've ridden from this brittle prison that i lived in for days

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

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

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

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

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

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

I am glad he is gone because he tried to hide this light from this earth

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers