This is a song about "Dust"

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to 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

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

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

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

But she's not alonemiss independent

I race to the line, blow past the dust

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

But got comma’s in my statement

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,