This is a song about "Bre s butt and sandwiches"

Think fast, fast women

And that´s how it has begun

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

Put that pussy on a petiole and her butt on trial,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple