This is a song about "Ak s"

My ak leave ya a lil warmer

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

Plus out ak, grab that az, the kp cb nothing phase me

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

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

All this paper i fold

S queezys very bold

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

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