This is a song about "Atlas sand"

I feel the sand on my feet

From the back seat, back seat

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

White sand beaches everywhere

Burberry, quite a hell

That's why a little more bring a whole lot of toasters

Like atlas i take the weight of the world on my shoulders

Me and you sink in deeper sand

Sweatin' me like headband

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

You motherfucker have to throw some of your pride in the motherfucken sand

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Your girl said she wanted to play in my sand