This is a song about "Walking on sand"

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

White sand beaches everywhere

Dmv they know me well

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

I stand six feet tall when i'm sideways walking on walls

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

Chomping at your oxygen chords