This is a song about "Dust"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

But got comma’s in my statement

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

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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