This is a song about "Dust"

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

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

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

That happen to act like a black president

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

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

I race to the line, blow past the dust

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust