This is a song about "Dylan amp amp amp amp"

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

On all the most depressing shit, oh well

This story flows good and you'll understand well

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Emmz, hutch, notable, suddenlydope as well

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

She understands me and makes me check my heart rate

But it was at another rate

Our vision never changed, we self made

They claim it as their own, africa

A store that dosen't get a

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide