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,

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

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Gave his entire life for the sands of the lost

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

And i go up in a party like im going abroad