This is a song about "Dust"

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

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

I'll take your lines then sniff em like a whiff of some cocaine dust

Get rough with me, that night flow

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

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

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

I fear no opponent

47. and com bust into dust,