This is a song about "White angel"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

This is everything that we call hype

Especially if you are fucking white.

Yeah my skin color is white,

A low life's plight