This is a song about "Sand box"

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

I feel the sand on my feet

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

And like a boxer im beat her box,

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Where would i be without my dogs

We rock? crack rocks and slap box