This is a song about "Ramneek angel"

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

A guiding angel to see

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

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

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

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival