This is a song about "Bobby sands"

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Gave his entire life for the sands of the lost

Bobby knight be coachin us

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

High heel wearer, hell of a body

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

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

But here i am, ricky bobby, shake and bake it

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit