This is a song about "Dust"

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

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

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

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Who real bitches check me out though

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

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

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