This is a song about "Dust"

I race to the line, blow past the dust

And get caught, in the moment

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

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

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

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

You're a vestige that's meant to end, so full stop, you're sentenced and

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

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

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust