This is a song about "Dust"

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

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

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

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

That happen to act like a black president

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

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

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