This is a song about "Trouble in heaven"

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

You never win, and you hope heaven lets you in.

We pray while we prey on competition

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

I'm probably gonna get in trouble for this some day

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Of dying solders's scream,now they're live in a place called heaven

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

If that means, what i think it means, we're in trouble

Never learned my lesson, seven minutes in heaven

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

That im collecting your debt, demons up in heaven,