This is a song about "Dust"

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

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

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

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

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

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

It's late and you stuck in my basement

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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