This is a song about "Dust"

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

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

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat