This is a song about "Sand"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Centered locked in court, sand isn't it in your anger

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

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

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

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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

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

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

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and