This is a song about "Dar amp amp"

I’m tryna be low key

Fuck that now trying get the money

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Now i’m gonna need all you to pump your fists

God damn ima fucking murder this shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

Your innocence, so give me the key

Could i make you my baby