This is a song about "Sand of time"

Hot like florida sand bitch

Now you speaking my language

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Blade in my hand time flowed like sand and i was far away from wealth,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

Don't speak because it's a waste of time

If i had on 'bama line

This life is just a lease of time

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

White sand beaches everywhere

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Defining the rhymes of his time,/

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Yeah, im the greatest of all time