This is a song about "Dust"

But got comma’s in my statement

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

I’m coming back like light-skin and

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Faded. but u started from the dust and your still in the dust