This is a song about "Need angels"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I'll hop on angels & get to stomping they halos

I’m tryna be low key

And need psychology

You need shoes i need booze

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

While in hell there's no angels for me

This how i hear it different

Angels fight with devils and

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

But none of them are the perfect angels

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven