This is a song about "Sand nigger"

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Breakin' my heart like glass, forgetting me like sand

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Crush your life to ashes and sand

I'll get to em when i land

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her