This is a song about "Dust storms"

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

I race to the line, blow past the dust

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

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

She got me caught up in the moment

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I was born to do the damn thing

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

I rain sleet when i stomp storms to the beat,

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

My mind is cloudy, but when it storms its some insane rain/

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again