This is a song about "My guardian angel"

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

With the the devil at my side and an angel on my dick

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

Rose an angel we saw precious,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I think i'm seein' angel strings, my god! my brain is best soakin'!//

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Just need a little angel to protect, except now she denied you and shes on to the next