This is a song about "Brandon amp amp amp amp amp"

But if you're a millionaire, fuck tax rates, a higher section,

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

I remember when he got called a dick rider in the discuss section

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Someone who couldn’t meet the gpa average line,

Shout out my nigga miles

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

Tipping acid, little ratchet

Would you capture it, or just let it slip