This is a song about "Dust bowl"

The day before is better than the present

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

With such an ugly picture in it and

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Is bein' broke as fuck, and can't afford a noodle bowl,

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

But nah, he is quite different

47. and com bust into dust,