This is a song about "Dar amp"

I needed some change, mama needed a raise

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

My salute to you i raise the middle

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I never show up end up getting suspensions

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

I guzzle up at the bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star