This is a song about "Sand dunes"

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Crush your life to ashes and sand

Fighting with my weak hand

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

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

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

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

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand