This is a song about "30 words"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I expect a solemn apology from you audibly/

:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

Got 30 shots started actin silly

On they twitter writing novels, see

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Listen to the fucking words