This is a song about "Underwater sand"

Fresh above the water

He's bein dragged underwater

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

And hold his fuckin face underwater, hold him under til he sees ur daughter,

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

In the sand hes positioned, switching sitting from standing

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Like the sand in a hourglass

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

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