This is a song about "Your body made of heaven"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Suspending your body from an angle, of which you dangle,

I just want somebody i can see

Your words engraved on my body

Out of this word play? ... no! i'ma dump your body in the bay.

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

So choose the weapon you reckon will question your accession into heaven.

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Please struggle to make your body might take of my knives

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

That im collecting your debt, demons up in heaven,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Ough to fuck with us unless your made of rhino tusk your never really tough enough,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush