This is a song about "Dust"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Smokin' dust but thinkin' you're like loaded lux,

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

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

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

Leave em in dust, they kinda slow

Get rough with me, that night flow

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Addiction and lust have made my brain turn to dust.

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

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

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