This is a song about "Dust"

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Man im so high if i land ill make the pavement dust,

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

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

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and