This is a song about "Dust"

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

Time to pick up our cross, show what we got to the lost, yes we telling and

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

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

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

This how i hear it different

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song