This is a song about "Dust"

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

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

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

If you ever feel alone and

47. and com bust into 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.

I race to the line, blow past the dust

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow