This is a song about "30 words"

Listen to the fucking words

The birds i knew flip birds

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

That try to chase these skirts

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Anything worse than my words

Don't understand any of those words,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I just wanna be higher than that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

30 person overdose on one o, the phonies know

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

Lyrical assult, they charge me without the battery