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,

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

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

Gave his entire life for the sands of the lost

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort