This is a song about "Angel dust"

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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

The winged angel with a knife

Before we see it's hard to live

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

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

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

Fuck that now trying get the money

A guiding angel to see