This is a song about "Angel dust"

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

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

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

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

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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