This is a song about "Dust"

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

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Smokin' dust but thinkin' you're like loaded lux,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

Thank you jodi and jay for my life, lord thank you for using them and

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

She got me caught up in the moment

I race to the line, blow past the dust

Enforce, i'm elegant and