This is a song about "30 thousand views"

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

And if you pay for that yourself

And dropping down a thousand boulders,

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Talking about the god you serve

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

Got 30 shots started actin silly

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Like a thousand needles

But i guess that shit's just tough love