This is a song about "Maria twerked on angel"

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

Third ward general, young cash money

A guiding angel to see

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Standin on a table

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

The winged angel with a knife

Who can save my life

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

But there is only one like maria willoughby, my mother.