This is a song about "Dust"

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

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

Don't know her name those ain't really important

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

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

I race to the line, blow past the dust

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust