This is a song about "Dylan amp amp"

I want the world to blow up

Uh ha, you know what

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Well you gotta know baby

Greet it hi bye my name is mike

Were running wild tonight

Be like me get buffed up

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

I'm on the move, too screwed up.

Throwin you a dub

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But yo i pack pump, when i'm walking in my own direction,

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.