This is a song about "Dust"

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

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

If you ever feel alone and

I race to the line, blow past the dust

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

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

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

And bijies like im out and

47. and com bust into dust,