This is a song about "Make bite the dust"

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.

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Swept out of your life, like the dust on the floor

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Bite the #steely, #damn, like walt becker or donald fagen,

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

The ink on my fingertips should be on my lips - it's a love bite

Behind in the dust, left in disgust, like the rest of us

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious