This is a song about "Angel gamez"

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

To. a cold wind blew, knew i was through. i swear an angel sang!

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

*angel* don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Oops did reveal that oh well that's what you get for compelling the angel of death bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

With the the devil at my side and an angel on my dick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this