This is a song about "Dust"

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Knees dug deep into the pavement

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

But she's not alonemiss independent

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

Put the purp in the blunt

47. and com bust into dust,

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

No, just put us on death row

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.