This is a song about "Dust"

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

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

This how i hear it different

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

47. and com bust into dust,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

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

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

I race to the line, blow past the dust

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important