This is a song about "Dust"

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

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

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Man im so high if i land ill make the pavement dust,

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

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