This is a song about "Dust"

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Faded. but u started from the dust and your still in the dust

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

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

But she's not alonemiss independent

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Man im so high if i land ill make the pavement dust,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

47. and com bust into dust,

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant