This is a song about "Good angel"

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

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

Standin on a table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Im your guardian angel im not going anywhere, i staying here now till the day you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

*angel* don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

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

Ma i'm chasin it just send a angel to catch me when i trip

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

With the the devil at my side and an angel on my dick