This is a song about "Dust"

I race to the line, blow past the dust

But got comma’s in my statement

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

Some people take the pain away with liquor or smoking dust,

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

Trophy's that stack up by my window pane, they're stained. gather dust,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.