This is a song about "Diss track of a kid named angel"

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

They're still hustlers on the fast track moving asap kid,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

The winged angel with a knife

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

By a crackhead named june

Won't run out anytime soon

There used to be a guy named undertaker

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her