This is a song about "30"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

But even then sealed his fate for 30 plus some years

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Weed up, better make a sound

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab