This is a song about "Angels and reapers"

But none of them are the perfect angels

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

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

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

The angels are baffled how well i entangle,

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night