This is a song about "Fallen angels"

I don't need fallen women

So now she picks up the gun

Now let the angels sing

I know the road i'm taking

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

In this city of angels no one care that he

Angels try to pull me back but they're ignored

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

A crest-fallen prodigy

They say nothings ever free

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

While in hell there's no angels for me