This is a song about "Dust"

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I'll take your lines then sniff em like a whiff of some cocaine dust

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

47. and com bust into dust,

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

She got me caught up in the moment

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust