This is a song about "Dust"

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

This is something different

47. and com bust into dust,

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

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

I race to the line, blow past the dust

This how i hear it different

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

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

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

If you ever feel alone and