This is a song about "Sun angel"

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Cold, my style making my nose run

All i see is the midnight sun,

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

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

*angel* don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

And get on down with this thc vision

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

A guiding angel to see

That's why i'm makin' money