This is a song about "Angels demonds"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

While in hell there's no angels for me

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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.

My dreams are falling like evil angels

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

The angels are baffled how well i entangle,

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby