This is a song about "Dylan amp amp"

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

And i'm just being honest

Feel my vibe raise the fist

Cuz they just won't shut the fuck up

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Spit a poem or a diss

And i can't help but notice

2 of her friends in the back boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

The cia just gives the poor drugs to sell, weigh the scale,