This is a song about "Angel pagen"

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

A guiding angel to see

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Rose an angel we saw precious,

I think found where your mind was

Oops did reveal that oh well that's what you get for compelling the angel of death bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

With the the devil at my side and an angel on my dick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic