This is a song about "Criss angel"

A guiding angel to see

A military mind mean money

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

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I’m a factor and your facial

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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