[Intro] When we all get to heaven What a day of rejoicing that will be When we all see Jesus We'll sing and shout the victory [Verse 1: joshua epithet] If we all look the same whatchu’ running from? Curly blonde hair she bought offa’ Amazon I believe to extremes I’m like Farrakhan Lucky lady She be acting like a leprechaun co*ky but I’m small all thanks to Genghis khan one face but six sides to it Imma hexagon I don’t give no fu*ks like it’s Ramadan Overshadowed by other disasters I’m the Pentagon Oh you want some fun Oh b*tch I ain’t done I don’t move in sight Who, Hank Williams? I don’t f*ck with the light All them cheques is my birth right Michael Vick, don’t let the dog bite Humble child, I’m asking polite Referee love me I fu*king play right su*k your mum You stupid little b*tch You not with the sh*ts Don’t do holes I do bits Sold out to crackers, staying at the ritz Belong on too many lists Little private school man Who failed the entrance exam Thinking he can form a scam He’s the wolf in a lamb No 419 sh*t You fall, You get split You call, You get hit I’m so ball that I persist You lazy as f*ck that’s why you can’t commit F*ck you And f*ck your cousin too I ain’t producing for no lil b*tch who can’t keep his balls blue So f*ck you And f*ck your girl too She encouraging the assault her friends are going through [Chorus] When we all get to heaven What a day of rejoicing that will be When we all see Jesus We'll sing and shout the victory Isn’t it true you wanna fly commercial so that you can fly in luxury? How much money did you pay for Tyler Perry’s gulfstream jet, for example? Well, for example, that’s really none of your business, but- Isn’t that the business of your daughter? [Verse 2: Caleb Black] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I’m stronger than the past, the money what I clash Why this car vanilla open for a dream? Start fu*king with my psyce Other side wanna fight me It’s delusions of the grandeur In reality of a trill ni**a From the hood ni**a, I was never good ni**a I just chose with for the better image Times is hard with nobody in the radius I could trust a b*tch but you b*tches need a leash Acting like you never need sh*t, open up my fiend For linguine sh*t, I don’t need this sh*t Wanna wish stack up benjis, count it on my counter F*ck what you said, you get blocked, I’m the bouncer Hopping on my dick, yes b*tch, you encounter Under your radar, on the way that we don’t have announcers Feelings cold, f*ck a soul, been on the road ni**a say he wanna get it, why you acting bold? You don’t get the message You don’t speak the code, b*tch Maybe Imma strive, maybe ni**as die Don’t you got a mic? Maybe what I gotta have My own peace of mind, is it mine? I don’t know, sh*t read the lines, b*tch [Outro skit] Do you ever use your private jets to go visit your vacation homes, for example? Yes, I do. OK, again, getting back to the comment. You said that you don’t like to fly commercial because you don’t want to get into a tube with a bunch of demons. Do you really believe that human beings are demons? No I do not, and don’t you ever say I did! We wrestle not with flesh and blood, but principalities in power.