This is a song about "Snow angels"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Ballin til the buzzer blow

People words are weak like some snow

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Ran outside to see the big show

You're the snow, i'm the sun

I wonder so often

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Angels fight with devils and

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

But none of them are the perfect angels

This city of angels, oh so deceiving so misleading,

If i got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating