This is a song about "A clockwork angel"

He fell off from the top like a fallen angel because he's parents died

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

A guiding angel to see

We might be back in this baby

*angel* don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous