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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You can't push me over so i claim all the rewards

1:03-1:34- young zeke pass me the mike, blow up the beat like schleich,

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

You can try to push me down, yeah keep me low

If you ain't about money

My perception is key,

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

To push this faggots cork back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black