This is a song about "Dust"

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

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

But if i flash to much/ i look to dangerous/ my mom knows the look in my eye, its lust/

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

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

So i can understand police victims