This is a song about "Angel dust"

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Rose an angel we saw precious,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

47. and com bust into dust,

So dunn stay silent

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust