This is a song about "Plaster angels"

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

This city of angels, oh so deceiving so misleading,

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Angels and demon's im that best seller,

My dreams are falling like evil angels

She need now, she ain't never needed love

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

Find n.a.s.a. plaster, the first draft on a ship

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

Now let the angels sing

We gone keep going

And i got them gold bottles, first place

In the city of angels no one is safe