This is a song about "Baloney sand"

And if it goes my way it will all disappear into the sand

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

I feel the sand on my feet

Indubitably i'm too street

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

But seem to forget they're already trapped in the sand

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Breakin' my heart like glass, forgetting me like sand

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

Like writing the answers to the universe in the underwater sand.

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand