This is a song about "Dylan amp"

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Nigga i could flip a verse off the top of the dome

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

But he will never stop, moving his way across the job up to the top

Pussy must be serious (hol' up)

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And thats also where i'd get my pump action shotgun

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

We forever be real, we'll never fold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Amp up the meaning of words and crush time after time.

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine