This is a song about "Brandon amp"

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

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Cause imma step it up, build it up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

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

But yo i pack pump, when i'm walking in my own direction,

Cocking it back, dicking it around, watching it explode like a water pump

Pumping the juice with no producersrun for cover when you hear the bass thump

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Push my buttons...u can get the heat like a microwave....

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face