This is a song about "Angels coming down to sperate godly people and evil people"

People are quick to not work and kick ya when your down/

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Evil as i said, choking people that are dead, stroking motherfuckers head,

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

But now people just think im evil

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Good or evil were all the same people with different equals

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Of how they keep you still and down, convert people to machines

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

Good and evil, deceiving deceitful like creeping people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material