This is a song about "Angel beats"

Can barely walk the city streets

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

Little more weed, first class seats

With the rhythm and beats

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

As if my lesser heart beats

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

As i sit here amplifying the beats

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

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