This is a song about "Mommys lil angel"

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

I am my inspiration

Is cleanin toilets for lil kim!/

Always knew where the pot was

Rose an angel we saw precious,

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Lady at the frank stand will

I dunno lil' jay... tell me.

And my kick game beyond crazy