This is a song about "Angel is a picklechin"

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

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

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Just need a little angel to protect, except now she denied you and shes on to the next

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

That's why i'm makin' money

Is a necessity,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one