This is a song about "Sand niggas"

Givin back the sand til we center rock

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

And if it goes my way it will all disappear into the sand

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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