This is a song about "Angel misquez"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

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

Like that tragedy chris angel,

As i light one for ill will

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

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

I fell in love for the first time with an angel

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns