This is a song about "Dust in the air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

But i let off everything i have

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Behind in the dust, left in disgust, like the rest of us

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

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