This is a song about "Dust bowl"

Your shit's old, like it's in the toilet bowl

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And separately i'd like a bowl of doritos

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Dangerously vicious mentally retarded when im swinging kickin the dust,

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

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant