This is a song about "Sand piper"

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

But the plan is to show you that i understand

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

In the sand hes positioned, switching sitting from standing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend