This is a song about "Angels"

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

When it does, the angels begin to sing as they await for your life out

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

This city of angels, oh so deceiving so misleading,

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

But none of them are the perfect angels

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

We came.. way too far pretty baby

While in hell there's no angels for me

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

We could only wait like captive in binaries as angels brace the search for discoveries.

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice