This is a song about "Dust bowl"

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

So the devil that drove in her got in control

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Bowl after bowl an i'm hitting another gram..

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

Time to pick up our cross, show what we got to the lost, yes we telling and

About disaster in the world and

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,