This is a song about "Dust"

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

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

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

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

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Underrated that's temporarily for the moment

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

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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