This is a song about "Dust"

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

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

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.

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

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

Don't know her name those ain't really important

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

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

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

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust