This is a song about "Dust"

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Man im so high if i land ill make the pavement dust,

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

But she's not alonemiss independent

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

Don't know her name those ain't really important