This is a song about "Angel misquez"

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

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

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

To. a cold wind blew, knew i was through. i swear an angel sang!

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

You needed your top angel back in heaven, to help the by and by.

The winged angel with a knife

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing