This is a song about "Snow angels"

But make sure if they do see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Signallin the angels of my newest moral failures

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Cause some of you bitches funny

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

My dreams are falling like evil angels

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

This city of angels, oh so deceiving so misleading,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Well, i'm homeless man, i sleep in the snow/

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Good love then i can do that for her

Angels and demon's im that best seller,