This is a song about "City for an angel"

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

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

Oops did reveal that oh well that's what you get for compelling the angel of death bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I just want somebody i can see

And for 20-spat about the city!

An alias for ya name

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

I do dis for my niggas and city

Take your nan for an instance

When you spill out hits

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing