This is a song about "Dust"

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

Preaching to the choir though

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

She got me caught up in the moment

Wow, that hook sucked, yo throw it in the dust

If you ever feel alone and

And get caught, in the moment

47. and com bust into dust,

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep