This is a song about "Grounded angel"

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Just need a little angel to protect, except now she denied you and shes on to the next

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

The winged angel with a knife

I'm everything that they call nice