This is a song about "30 for30"

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I expect a solemn apology from you audibly/

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,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Vimy ridge. uhh ohh. the germ's got 30 to 45,000 men. oh that's cute.

30 second submission ain't even staged, it ain't good luck when i break both ya legs

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Disgusted, not even in the top 30? bitch i'm almost top six/

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Sack 30 feet in the ground.