This is a song about "Plaster angels"

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

The good kid from the ugly city

While in hell there's no angels for me

And any connotation is viewed many ways

In the city of angels no one is safe

Now let the angels sing

I say that keeps me going

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.

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

When their hits are lame, fake as plaster walls, no heft or weight

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Angels and demon's im that best seller,

I can't touch her, so for pleasure