This is a song about "The devils love for an angel"

But they say what goes up must come down i'll believe that when i spot an angel on the ground/

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

They love to start beef just for an adreniline rush

Release the dove, y'all say i'm violent, i'm for peace and love,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

I started praying for the hope and the change of love

Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

The winged angel with a knife

I used to have a nine to five

Next level special, the fucking devils vessel

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental