This is a song about "Angel diss"

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

To my unborn child

Word go get the bitches

Cause you are on the diss,

Beat is my whore get get up on it like a boner

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

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

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

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

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Lady at the frank stand will

My time with their half-witted reviews

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Because this record is only to diss

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this