This is a song about "Blue angels"

And pissing red, white, and blue

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Angels and demon's im that best seller,

My dreams are falling like evil angels

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Outta the fucking blue/

When you keep em right beside you

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

My conscious only knew whats half tight