This is a song about "Crushin"

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

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