This is a song about "30 words"

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

30 person overdose on one o, the phonies know

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,

The birds i knew flip birds

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

But even then sealed his fate for 30 plus some years

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Don't understand any of those words,

That try to chase these skirts

I just don't have the words