This is a song about "Dust"

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

Thank you jodi and jay for my life, lord thank you for using them and

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust