This is a song about "Dust"

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

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

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

Put the purp in the blunt

47. and com bust into dust,

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

Keeping em' shook chanting for hope,rhyming like me is hard to do like you and

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

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