This is a song about "Dust"

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

I race to the line, blow past the dust

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

This is something different

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and