This is a song about "Dust"

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

But nah, he is quite different

47. and com bust into dust,

Don't know her name those ain't really important

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Faded. but u started from the dust and your still in the dust

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

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

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

But she's not alonemiss independent

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

This how i hear it different

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

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

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust