This is a song about "Weeping angels"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

The angels are baffled how well i entangle,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

Eaten leaves and picking my nose but now im fucking weeping/

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Demons, these angels just took control of these beasts

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

I'm seeking to sneak in, but i'm weeping when i peep the scene

Now let the angels sing

Niggas dying like its nothing

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

While in hell there's no angels for me