This is a song about "Duster"

And served it to the public on a silver platter

A bunch of knuckle fucks who snuck a buck but it doesn't matter

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Music now days is torture,bloody knuckle with a quarter,

Faded. but u started from the dust and your still in the dust

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Knuckles like a callous it's like a fuckin' brick hit you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

A bunch of knuckle fucks who snuck a buck but it doesn't matter

I got the muscle to swing a knuckle, feeling like you've been wiped with a belt buckle/

I was going to go hard on you but i'm not even using any muscle.

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

He stacking dust i'm stacking hunnits