This is a song about "Amy sands"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

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

Kryptonite to superman, he's a dentist to amy

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Cuz nowadays i'm banging girl named amy

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

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Gave his entire life for the sands of the lost

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord