This is a song about "Your the angel"

All you wanna do is get that stick

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

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

Im your guardian angel im not going anywhere, i staying here now till the day you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

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

Just need a little angel to protect, except now she denied you and shes on to the next

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check