This is a song about "Dust"

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

You got that indie glow

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

That happen to act like a black president

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Spread them in hell and watch your ashes burn to dust,

But nah, he is quite different

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

I race to the line, blow past the dust

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat