This is a song about "Angels demonds"

In the city of angels no one is safe

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

The angels are baffled how well i entangle,

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Angels hug me in the dark, my eyes are movin on their own accord

But none of them are the perfect angels

But most times darling the sequel sucks

While in hell there's no angels for me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

There ain't no telling

Now let the angels sing

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Signallin the angels of my newest moral failures

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light