This is a song about "Dust bowl"

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Now there's bits of her floating in my cereal bowl

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but