This is a song about "Brandon amp amp amp"

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Ima talk about this bitch michelle...

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

Youve got everything backwards, you dip your soup inside your crackers,

What a mess! but we clean in the club

When i roll another doob up

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

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

Cause imma step it up, build it up

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

So she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Off the top of the dome, hold up lemme change my flow