This is a song about "Angel fat crack"

We don't ever make love

Rose an angel we saw precious,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

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

Goddamn, the boy's back

So tell me what they crack

The winged angel with a knife

This is how she want to live