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

You stood me up and i understand

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

The victims real shaken up

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

I advance further through this rap shit and haven't looken back since

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,

I used to be the most humble until

Need it when i'm dancing, i need a cash advance

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

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

I made all this shit up

Well, um, there's a but

Take a chance, my life will get better, ill advance

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans