This is a song about "A clockwork angel"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

He's creatin' them scenes, his new clockwork of orange,

To. a cold wind blew, knew i was through. i swear an angel sang!

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

A guiding angel to see

But i think i like that, just maybe

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

The winged angel with a knife

Right flows down and they might go nice

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,