This is a song about "Dust"

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I'll take your lines then sniff em like a whiff of some cocaine dust

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

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

47. and com bust into dust,

This is something different

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent