This is a song about "Street s disciple"

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

Now it's time to eat

Yea we hard on the street

Don't think my name is lucifer like i'm a disciple of satan,

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

African queen got what you need

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

But i want out like michael, but i'm still a disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet