This is a song about "Dust"

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

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

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

Secret society all we ask is trust

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

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

You dont have to stick to whats mainstream if you wanna be different,