This is a song about "America amp amp"

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Amp up the meaning of words and crush time after time.

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Cause america the terror of,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

With 2 15's n a 400 watt amp, had me intrigued as to see what's next.

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

In america, it's okay to be a full-blown sinner

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

But that's just how america is

I hope we both do learn from this

America the peace is past, let the rebels lead the way

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday