This is a song about "Pink sand"

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Eye all pink, and cut to shit,

So i'm one with that

Like her tight bright pink ripe smitten that i have no invite,

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'm like the hot sand on the beach that ignites your feet

Just put your hand on the glass

Like the sand in a hourglass

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand