This is a song about "Dust"

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

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

If you feel it, it must be real just

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

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

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed