This is a song about "Dust"

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

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Man im so high if i land ill make the pavement dust,

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Trophy's that stack up by my window pane, they're stained. gather dust,

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

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

And get caught, in the moment