This is a song about "30 words"

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

No grief into these words

That try to chase these skirts

I expect a solemn apology from you audibly/

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Listen to the fucking words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

I just don't have the words

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass