This is a song about "Dust"

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.

Faded. but u started from the dust and your still in the dust

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

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

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

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

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