This is a song about "Angels to devils"

Tell them niggas we coming

Now let the angels sing

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,

Of blood shit by devils' possessions, try to picture this

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Of blood shit by devils' possessions, try to picture this

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

But im surrounded by devils,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love