This is a song about "Dust"

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

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

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

Time to pick up our cross, show what we got to the lost, yes we telling and

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Unify them, mob through, take over and

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat