This is a song about "You are an angel"

You are still kitsch, tryin' to make an ill hit,

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Like that tragedy chris angel,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

You needed your top angel back in heaven, to help the by and by.

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

But they say what goes up must come down i'll believe that when i spot an angel on the ground/

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

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

Will who are you? an o.g?...

Believe me i'mma be your god