This is a song about "A clockwork angel"

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Ma i'm chasin it just send a angel to catch me when i trip

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

I'll straight drop your ass, here comes "clockwork orange",

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

I fell in love for the first time with an angel

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Rose an angel we saw precious,