This is a song about "Good angel"

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Tell your girls, to come join our table

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

In fact, my hat is in tact with the fubu pull over

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

Rose an angel we saw precious,

I can teach you all the sounds of love