This is a song about "Dust"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

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

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

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

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

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

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