This is a song about "Dust"

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

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

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

But if i flash to much/ i look to dangerous/ my mom knows the look in my eye, its lust/

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust