This is a song about "Dust mites"

I race to the line, blow past the dust

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

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

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

It's late and you stuck in my basement

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I salute as if i don't see these mites

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

47. and com bust into dust,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

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

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones