This is a song about "Dust bowl"

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

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

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

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

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul