This is a song about "Dust"

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

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

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

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

I race to the line, blow past the dust

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and