This is a song about "Angel dust"

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

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

A guiding angel to see

That's the way, you can move it baby

47. and com bust into dust,

If you feel it, it must be real just

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt