This is a song about "Grounded angel"

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Get grounded, find a nice hole to sink in

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

To. a cold wind blew, knew i was through. i swear an angel sang!

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous