This is a song about "An angel from the heavens"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

But they say what goes up must come down i'll believe that when i spot an angel on the ground/

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

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