This is a song about "30 for 30"

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

And i did the video for really though

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

I work for weeks and lurk the streets learnin how to earn the green/

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,

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

(starts at 30 seconds... starts kinda fast)

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing