This is a song about "30 clip in this nina"

If i dont die before im 30 than ill be in a prison

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

Yelawolf, 50, and don't forget tech nina,

But oh since i only got 30 lines i keep this short and simple

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Starting to spazz out on this shit reload my clip

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Somebody hold the banana, clip

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below