This is a song about "Angels"

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

This is everything that we call hype

Get it ya'll? that's a whole lotta bagels

But none of them are the perfect angels

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

While in hell there's no angels for me

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

I'll hop on angels & get to stomping they halos

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see