This is a song about "Sand bitch"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

In the sand hes positioned, switching sitting from standing

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

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

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

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

I'm sure to get rich

Hot like florida sand bitch

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

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

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past