This is a song about "Angel suck at singing"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I suck at creating beats so i formulate raps accapella, without much notoriety,

Like that tragedy chris angel,

I’m a factor and your facial

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

Hitting the singing feather

Big serg, we ready for whatever

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

All she good at is suck in dick and talk in shit, watch out bitch cause you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Or the way u live, like everyday is the fuckin end, (singing)

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But im steady tryna get a buzz thats why i suck at operation