This is a song about "Dar amp amp amp amp"

So i ain't giving a fuck

I want the world to blow up

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

But whatever, now that's gone but the wind ain't there,

Wrote well, spoke well, no murder in a motel,

And now i walk around without a care

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Cuz they just won't shut the fuck up

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Society telling me to not be a sap, dude.

Influences are a dime a dozen

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

While i'm bangin my head on this door, i wind up with 4 more,

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Plus that's only just a handful, tons of other names,