This is a song about "30 bit"

Tearing us apart bit by bit

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

The real muscle in the message of that

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

I'll fuck those chicks in a bit

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Lets get a bit indigo here

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Murdering you, never hurt a bit