This is a song about "Dust"

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.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

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

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Keeping em' shook chanting for hope,rhyming like me is hard to do like you and

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong