This is a song about "Moon dust"

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Wow, that hook sucked, yo throw it in the dust

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

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

And we gone to the moon

Won't run out anytime soon

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

If you said yes i would give you the moon

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust