This is a song about "Amit sucks balls"

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Don't test me unless you got the balls

So i went down south but i ended up north

So take my bat and these base balls

Black fours red drop head doors

Swear to god that i can solve them without involving revolving michael or amit

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Now im doing cannon balls

Alcohol and booty calls

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

And i can't help but stare, cause

He's known as amit, i call him mr. do or die

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie