This is a song about "Dust"

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

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

Wow, that hook sucked, yo throw it in the dust

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

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

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

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong