This is a song about "Dust storms"

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Spread them in hell and watch your ashes burn to dust,

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

47. and com bust into dust,