This is a song about "30"

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

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

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

30 second submission ain't even staged, it ain't good luck when i break both ya legs

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that