This is a song about "Dar amp amp amp"

Lucifer's shooting ya, boost ya, ruthless, it grew just stupid,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Plus no one picks on me anymore

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Buildin' bunkers at my ramp cause i like to be protected

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

I made a song at camp

To reds i ain't know how to act

Pushing in my mama van

2000 plus, and hes still on top man

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But i'm here to increase and decease your path

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up