This is a song about "Aka it s me"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Rioting with two .45's on me residing to the side of me like body guards who'd fight for me//

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

So i gave her this candy stick aka long dick

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

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

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong