This is a song about "Dust"

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

The day before is better than the present

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

I can always go home and look down my street

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

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

47. and com bust into dust,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Trophy's that stack up by my window pane, they're stained. gather dust,

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

And bijies like im out and