This is a song about "Dust"

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

But if i flash to much/ i look to dangerous/ my mom knows the look in my eye, its lust/

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

That happen to act like a black president

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

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

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,