This is a song about "Kyree griffin"

Before she fuck with ya head

Im trying to see her in bed

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Lady at the frank stand will

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I fell in love for the first time with an angel

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Give us this day, our daily bread

What you know about this life

The winged angel with a knife

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Your friends say, why we not together yet

All of the hair from out my head