This is a song about "Sand niggas"

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

White sand beaches everywhere

Turn around and then you flip your hair

The drug that they brain need

I feel the sand on my feet

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

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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