This is a song about "Black angel"

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

*angel* don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

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

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

The villian’s back and venom black

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks