This is a song about "Dust"

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

I race to the line, blow past the dust

About disaster in the world and

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

I'll take your lines then sniff em like a whiff of some cocaine dust

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

So the devil that drove in her got in control