This is a song about "Angel"

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

I think i'm seein' angel strings, my god! my brain is best soakin'!//

Im your guardian angel im not going anywhere, i staying here now till the day you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Like that tragedy chris angel,

As i light one for ill will

With the the devil at my side and an angel on my dick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric