This is a song about "Drought angels"

These words spout you have a creativity drought

My tires align with the play, but the times out

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

For now everything just seem so right

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

I must go like fly route

I just spit my game out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Angels try to pull me back but they're ignored