This is a song about "Niggedr sand"

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

The trees behind me don't do any better since they are all covered by sand

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

At six i was making the girlies pants drop while i was playing in the motherfuckin' sand box

Hourglasses run low on sand, these neverendin clocks tick tock

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Hot like florida sand bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat