This is a song about "Breath star dust"

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

See, i like the person that you are

Baby one day you'll be a star

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

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Spending her time with him i guess

That make it hard to breath

Imma be a fucking star

With the goons i spar

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,