This is a song about "Dust"

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

You couldn't live your life for the moment

I race to the line, blow past the dust

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

She got me caught up in the moment