This is a song about "Sand"

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Hot like florida sand bitch

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Givin back the sand til we center rock

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand