This is a song about "Dust"

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

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

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

And the word most important

47. and com bust into dust,

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow