This is a song about "Los angles"

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I'll come from multiple angles like a cross road intersection

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Like they're angles from heaven.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca

Or hell's... whatever... either way ima put a stake to an angles face,

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always