This is a song about "Lines in the sand"

The man with a plan to fuck shit up while playin in the sand hiding contraband

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Bitch please, my lines got me in the lime light glistening

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Me and you sink in deeper sand

I just write that right by a mic stand

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

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