This is a song about "Angel is black"

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

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

A guiding angel to see

Is growin' tense, see the world through tints and black lenses,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

And that their bigger than the world and the world is theirs white or black!

Ayo this is black ice but i light up like cigarettes

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Can't win with a passive attack

My president is black