This is a song about "32"

32 lines of bitching is what you give me. crap,

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

I wonder so often

They're getting shit done

Amir is a boss who wrote the rappad app

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

You aint shady spiritually literally or lyrically, your a shit stain not metaphorically now leave,

I am not a person i represent an idea that you can be whoever the fuck you wana be civil liberties

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

Riding around with ms. reece and them

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that