This is a song about "Maria twerked on angel"

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan

All the while the thin line i was walking on would dip lower below the edge barely hanging on,

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

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

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

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

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

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous