This is a song about "Angel beats"

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

With the rhythm and beats

Cause after all the lights and screams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Dont fall asleep on our beats

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Together all the timethought it was true love

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Rollin' down the four o five

The winged angel with a knife