This is a song about "Alex sands"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Erode the sands of time, off this sho', you cannot rhyme, with/

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

Coming straight from the sands, i'm lost in a grain of thought

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Gave his entire life for the sands of the lost

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,