This is a song about "Sand people"

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

In the sand hes positioned, switching sitting from standing

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

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

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Centered locked in court, sand isn't it in your anger

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

I understand i'm back by popular demand

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

White sand beaches everywhere