This is a song about "Dust mites"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Faded. but u started from the dust and your still in the dust

And bijies like im out and

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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