This is a song about "Dust"

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

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

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

Spread them in hell and watch your ashes burn to dust,

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Unify them, mob through, take over and

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

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow