This is a song about "Ben and angel"

A guiding angel to see

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Got her laughing like a joke from ben stiller,

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

But ben i don't don't think you realize what's at stake

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade