This is a song about "Sand nigger"

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Breakin' my heart like glass, forgetting me like sand

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I feel the sand on my feet

Crush your life to ashes and sand

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand