This is a song about "Angel smoking crack"

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Rose an angel we saw precious,

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Smoking sticky fixtures

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Gotta just keep on rolling

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

Lady at the frank stand will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Skyrocket like weed on crack

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack