This is a song about "Angel dust"

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

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

47. and com bust into dust,

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Spread them in hell and watch your ashes burn to dust,