This is a song about "Angel"

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

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

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

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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