This is a song about "Angels"

Angels try to pull me back but they're ignored

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

While in hell there's no angels for me

High heel wearer, hell of a body

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

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

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

Rub the wood and ima show em love

My dreams are falling like evil angels

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

I'll hop on angels & get to stomping they halos