This is a song about "Dust"

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

I race to the line, blow past the dust

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

This is something different

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

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

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

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

If you ever feel alone and

47. and com bust into dust,

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent