This is a song about "Dust"

47. and com bust into dust,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

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

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Fuck you if you feelin' different

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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.