This is a song about "Angel pagen"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Im your guardian angel im not going anywhere, i staying here now till the day you

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,