This is a song about "Brandon amp amp"

Imma push these weak niggas off a fuckin stairwell

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

She should have invited her

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

I advance further through this rap shit and haven't looken back since

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

When you realize i'm better at this rhetoric, not even expecting applause.

A #snapshot, them #crazy #bullet #flashes, #hashtag your chest top, gats blast your hats' off

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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