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

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Shit sun never came up

I know you're mad, but so what

My salute to you i raise the middle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Step up to the plate if you think you can do better

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Play up, play up, and play the game!

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain