This is a song about "Dar amp"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And you may have a pistol but yo i pack a pump,

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

If i should die before i wake

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

These joints here not found at the mall

She self made, i'm self made

Stored in his mind to make,

They say them colors must be fake

There’s money to make

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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