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

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

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

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

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

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

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

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones