This is a song about "Dust"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

About disaster in the world and

47. and com bust into dust,