This is a song about "Sand paper"

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

You never tasted paper

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Me and you sink in deeper sand

The faker they shakin' my hand

I created this image

Hot like florida sand bitch

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

You motherfucker have to throw some of your pride in the motherfucken sand

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

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

I feel the sand on my feet

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