This is a song about "Ur the angel mom"

Cuz ur the only reason

Atl was tipping them

My mom, it was the bomb,

Tats no dey for my arm

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Heroine makes ur skin lack the melanin

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one