This is a song about "Sand"

Breakin' my heart like glass, forgetting me like sand

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

But the plan is to show you that i understand

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

At six i was making the girlies pants drop while i was playing in the motherfuckin' sand box

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Your girl said she wanted to play in my sand

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

The trees behind me don't do any better since they are all covered by sand

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'm like the hot sand on the beach that ignites your feet

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

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