This is a song about "Angel dust"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Man im so high if i land ill make the pavement dust,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Smokin' dust but thinkin' you're like loaded lux,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Some people take the pain away with liquor or smoking dust,

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Tell your girls, to come join our table

47. and com bust into dust,

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and