This is a song about "City for an angel"

My buzz is like cocaine

An alias for ya name

Rose an angel we saw precious,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Imagine this, an inner-city kid without his papa dukes,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

With the the devil at my side and an angel on my dick

What we gotta do to survive

The winged angel with a knife

On they twitter writing novels, see

And for 20-spat about the city!

To. a cold wind blew, knew i was through. i swear an angel sang!

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man