This is a song about "Dust"

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

I'll take your lines then sniff em like a whiff of some cocaine dust

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

So i can understand police victims

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

That happen to act like a black president

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

Man im so high if i land ill make the pavement dust,

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust