This is a song about "Dust"

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Secret society all we ask is trust

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

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

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed