This is a song about "Dust"

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

But if i flash to much/ i look to dangerous/ my mom knows the look in my eye, its lust/

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

I race to the line, blow past the dust

But she's not alonemiss independent