This is a song about "Angel dust"

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Never wrong at any level

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

Trophy's that stack up by my window pane, they're stained. gather dust,

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Wow, that hook sucked, yo throw it in the dust

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

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

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

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

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