This is a song about "Dust"

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

This how i hear it different

47. and com bust into dust,

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

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

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

She got me caught up in the moment

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

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

Wow, that hook sucked, yo throw it in the dust