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

You can hear the ocean real well.

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

'bout to get my other car

Fist pump chumps, here's to two beers, get too sick

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

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

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Now i’m gonna need all you to pump your fists