This is a song about "Grounded angel"

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

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

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

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

I think i'm seein' angel strings, my god! my brain is best soakin'!//

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Never wrong at any level