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

I race to the line, blow past the dust

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

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

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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