This is a song about "Drought angels"

I was born to do the damn thing

Now let the angels sing

Angels try to pull me back but they're ignored

I style on new york, pile up my fork

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I'll hop on angels & get to stomping they halos

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Fucking drought these are my sufferings this is what i go through so try to walk

While in hell there's no angels for me

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

To make karma come faster than she normally will

The angels are baffled how well i entangle,