This is a song about "Angels"

Driving my car to a foreign place

In the city of angels no one is safe

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Now let the angels sing

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Demons, these angels just took control of these beasts

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Signallin the angels of my newest moral failures

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

To make karma come faster than she normally will

The angels are baffled how well i entangle,