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

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Weed up, better make a sound

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

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

The science and the art, africa

And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Super size future conversations be like hella high dropping beats no retreat sweeten up the weekend

I was addicted to the shit, working for an extended clip, i wanted to stick to this script.

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Full clip in dat tech boy fye yo ass up feed to my pets now you chopped up