This is a song about "Angel is black"

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

Ugh this whole verse is wack, i cant rap cuz im the opposite of black,

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

But hurt bad for reasons to accept that "he is thin and black".

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

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

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

They all need attention, they call me a g though

My mind is more poisonous than a black widow

A black cloud is my mascot your unworthy crap is the only thing you have got

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block