This is a song about "Your angel is looking uneasy"

Looking like a nigga turtle, you need to act your race

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

I'm holding something to make the angel and devil on your shoulder run

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Your looking so perfect just standing there,

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

Hard to resist when your looking at me?

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Because i'm done of making your ass looking like a fool