This is a song about "Dust"

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

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

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

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Spread them in hell and watch your ashes burn to dust,