This is a song about "Angel is a picklechin"

I think i'm seein' angel strings, my god! my brain is best soakin'!//

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I was raised in hell don't expect me to act like an angel with a halo ring/

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

A guiding angel to see

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

The winged angel with a knife

We hustle to survive

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

Ma i'm chasin it just send a angel to catch me when i trip

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute