This is a song about "30 words"

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

I just don't have the words

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

30 person overdose on one o, the phonies know

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Don't understand any of those words,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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

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,