This is a song about "Tit heaven"

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Like they're angles from heaven.

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

So i guess i'll see you in heaven

Carolina where i made it from

I was on the stairway to heaven

Me and my microphone could be one

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Before i split, slit your pussy as a tit ,fucker i can't stand your wit

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Heaven while am study in the

Beautiful are thou, africa

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them