This is a song about "Im an angel"

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

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

This rap is sick shit im an iceberg im sinkin ships

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Im an assasin when im rappin i got some murderous intentions

By any means, if ya like it or not

Yeah im in orbit like an astronaut

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Like an oven overheatin im over reacting

I got rich from a little struggle

Because im an original

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

But they say what goes up must come down i'll believe that when i spot an angel on the ground/