This is a song about "Angel is black"

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Plus the city is mostly black so it's forever hated,

I guess this world is just black and white

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

The winged angel with a knife

Sky high, iced out paradise

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

I came up hungry

A guiding angel to see