This is a song about "Dust"

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

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

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

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

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

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

Spread them in hell and watch your ashes burn to dust,

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

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

And bijies like im out and

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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