This is a song about "Dust"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

Secret society all we ask is trust

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,