This is a song about "Earth angel"

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

Your soul wondering the earth

In 2 to 6 hours

Planet earth intense skills fulfills

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Standin on a table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

Im walking hell, living on earth,

I'm everything that they call nice

The winged angel with a knife

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that