This is a song about "Ak s and nines"

But call me uncle, yeah uncle cam

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Stop pretending that yous packing nines

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

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

Put em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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