This is a song about "Dust"

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

Who real bitches check me out though

So the devil that drove in her got in control

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Secret society all we ask is trust

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