This is a song about "Sand ninjas"

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Your girl said she wanted to play in my sand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

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

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

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I just write that right by a mic stand

Crush your life to ashes and sand

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

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped