This is a song about "Aaron amp amp amp"

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Or at least inquire similar desires

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Just remember when you come up

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

I just might throw a big amount

Before we lift to the cloud,

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

All because i'm slipping up

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut