This is a song about "30"

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

But oh since i only got 30 lines i keep this short and simple

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

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

Lyrical assult, they charge me without the battery

Everytime you come around

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

You never heard of me but for sure i can murder beats/

I expect a solemn apology from you audibly/

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money