This is a song about "Amy sands"

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

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

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Gave his entire life for the sands of the lost

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

Kryptonite to superman, he's a dentist to amy

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

Cuz nowadays i'm banging girl named amy

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree