This is a song about "Dust"

I race to the line, blow past the dust

With such an ugly picture in it and

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

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

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

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

It's late and you stuck in my basement

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

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow