This is a song about "Dust"

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

If you feel it, it must be real just

47. and com bust into dust,

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

Secret society all we ask is trust

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different