This is a song about "30 inches"

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

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

Our nation have to bow, africa

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

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Got 30 shots started actin silly

But even then sealed his fate for 30 plus some years

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

"how the fuck we supposed to screw, you're only two inches long"

Im ridein around with that big 30, these fat bitch's they stay thirsty

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free