This is a song about "Buck angel"

Cos they suck so hard they're crap can stray a buck...

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

We hustle to survive

The winged angel with a knife

As i light one for ill will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Because to you it's all about just a buck

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

I buck bastards who think they're bachelors

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news