This is a song about "Angel of death"

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Together all the timethought it was true love

And now the chance of my death increases.

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

The freshness of my breath bring your death