This is a song about "Lines in the sand"

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

At six i was making the girlies pants drop while i was playing in the motherfuckin' sand box

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

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

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

But it's buried in the sand somewhere and you let it stay there instead

I decided my pride is just why i resist

For biting mine lines just to escape in the mist