This is a song about "Dar amp"

Every day bustin' rhymes, steady increase the static,

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Come close girl so my love will intensify

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

And pleads the key of mercy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Your wig will get push back so don't push that

Crime? we saw that shit increase, hardly knew for several years,

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Your innocence, so give me the key

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Trophy's that stack up by my window pane, they're stained. gather dust,