This is a song about "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.

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

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

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Unify them, mob through, take over and

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

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

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Fuck you if you feelin' different

47. and com bust into dust,

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,