This is a song about "Dust"

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

And bijies like im out and

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Wow, that hook sucked, yo throw it in the dust

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and