This is a song about "Blue angels"

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Angels and demon's im that best seller,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Signallin the angels of my newest moral failures

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

You reflect me, i love that about you

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

Roses are red and violets are blue

And pissing red, white, and blue

I wanna be next to you