This is a song about "Dust"

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

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

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

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

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment