This is a song about "Angela divination"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Angela..... forever changing my ways, here's to hopin she stays with me through all of my days...

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

Bitch, boy, im the most clairvoyant bitch you cant find in this atmosphere

Back and forth with this bull shit is this the prophecy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Double m self made we forever rich

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs