This is a song about "Make bite the dust"

Knees dug deep into the pavement

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

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Fuck the song to dust till theyre like "where the track at?"

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

If you ever feel alone and

I race to the line, blow past the dust

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.