This is a song about "Angel diss"

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Cause you are on the diss,

And you ride with this

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

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

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

The winged angel with a knife

Because i see right through your disguise

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

Because there ain't no coming back from that