This is a song about "Dust"

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

As my name get bigger this game get different

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

Here i go again, searching for love

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

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

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

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

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different