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.

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

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

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

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

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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