This is a song about "The lost of a child"

Gave his entire life for the sands of the lost

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Forgone the birth of a child who's life is a curse

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Coming straight from the sands, i'm lost in a grain of thought

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Thats enough lost in lust of the love

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

When i was a child out of all my peers i was the one with no advantage