This is a song about "Angel pagen"

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

*angel* don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

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

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Rose an angel we saw precious,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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