This is a song about "Make bite the dust"

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

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

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

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

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

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

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