This is a song about "White angel"

Like that tragedy chris angel,

I’m a factor and your facial

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

Don't give a fuck, litter life

The winged angel with a knife

I can smell it when i go outside

Especially if you are fucking white.

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

Together all the timethought it was true love

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

My uncle pulled me to the side

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them