This is a song about "Criss angel"

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

I think i'm seein' angel strings, my god! my brain is best soakin'!//

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,