I dunno, but he probably has at least two or three unflattering "AKAs" for Phil. He seems obsessed with monickers.
For once, I wish he'd just shut the fuck up, bring up his middle and lower traps, get the gut in check and show Phil what a Mr. Olympia is supposed to look like. All of his waxing pathetic strikes me as some wannabe prison philosopher, a'la that Poet idiot in HBO's "OZ." The raps are cute and all, but when you're basically a simple fuck and have no education, you come across the way Damon Wayans used to describe some of his pals who came out of the clink
"Ooh, my brotha, dey ain't no stupposed 'bouts it: you gots to prostelatate the mastamabate befo' youse professin' yoself befo' Got!"
