This is a song about "Black angel"

Lady at the frank stand will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

The villian’s back and venom black

Naked woman rub my back

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick