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

Cause our hours are up,

Throwin you a dub

Head in your soup while im headin to the coupe

But rather than singing non praise the dude

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close