This is a song about "Spikes"

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Now i'm sharpening spikes, to toss it at dykes and broads with their bikes

He'll freak out like he is seeing 'em #spikes

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Depression spikes inside, i needed someone to help this feeling/

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

So i can hear the spikes enter his organs 'n' intestines