This is a song about "Buck angel"

My raps can fuck you up while i'm spitting them for buck.

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

Never wrong at any level

Like that tragedy chris angel,

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

I buck bastards who think they're bachelors

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Same wack that they're selling, same bang for your buck