This is a song about "Angels love for a demon"

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen

Depression is a demon every night i hear it's cries

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

While in hell there's no angels for me

Why you don't feel a little love for me

A military mind mean money

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Fans show a lot of love for yosef

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Sippin lemonade while holdin back a demon hound