This is a song about "Atlas amp"

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

I'm atlas, carry the weight of the world on my shoulders/

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Like atlas i take the weight of the world on my shoulders

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

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