This is a song about "Fallen angel"

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

He fell off from the top like a fallen angel because he's parents died

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

A guiding angel to see

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

And my bank account look just like a phone card

I've fallen in shock in a coffin that's locked

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Benny trip makes the rules now, i've fallen off track

And when it's said and done

This friendship has fallen,