This is a song about "Ur the angel mom"

Through all the rain and the pain

Ur style fuckin sounds all the same,

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

We back on these highways moving cakes

The winged angel with a knife

Ambition is a way of life

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

With the the devil at my side and an angel on my dick

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

I'm holding something to make the angel and devil on your shoulder run

Cuz ur the only reason

Two reflections into one

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Oops did reveal that oh well that's what you get for compelling the angel of death bitch,

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong