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,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Cuz nowadays i'm banging girl named amy

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Kryptonite to superman, he's a dentist to amy

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Gave his entire life for the sands of the lost

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

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk