This is a song about "Lines in the sand"

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

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

Your girl said she wanted to play in my sand

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

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

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

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

The trees behind me don't do any better since they are all covered by sand

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

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Minds are wasted like paper out the pocket in lines in vegas