This is a song about "Ur the angel mom"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Stay with me, girlfriend i'll change your life

The winged angel with a knife

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

You needed your top angel back in heaven, to help the by and by.

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Ur style fuckin sounds all the same,