This is a song about "Need angels"

My dreams are falling like evil angels

We race foreign cars, custom models

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

We could only wait like captive in binaries as angels brace the search for discoveries.

Angels try to pull me back but they're ignored

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Ssc be the friend i need,

From the back seat, back seat

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed