This is a song about "Angels and demeans"

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Angels fight with devils and

There ain't no telling

Now let the angels sing

In this city of angels no one care that he

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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.

Angels try to pull me back but they're ignored

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Trying to get back to this thing called love

My dreams are falling like evil angels