This is a song about "You my angel"

The winged angel with a knife

I need a backyard full court size

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

With the the devil at my side and an angel on my dick

He fell off from the top like a fallen angel because he's parents died

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

*angel* don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,

Here i go again, searching for love

Rose an angel we saw precious,

No it ain't easy

A guiding angel to see

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks