This is a song about "White angel"

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

My time with their half-witted reviews

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Rollin' down the four o five

The winged angel with a knife

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I think i'm seein' angel strings, my god! my brain is best soakin'!//

To. a cold wind blew, knew i was through. i swear an angel sang!

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,