This is a song about "Dust"

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

47. and com bust into dust,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

As my name get bigger this game get different

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat