This is a song about "Dust"

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

Fuck you if you feelin' different

47. and com bust into dust,

Put the purp in the blunt

Secret society all we ask is trust

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

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

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

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep