This is a song about "32"

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

Canada is where we made it from

Just a place that they can come

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

Open bar with the torch card, now i open my own times^32

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

They're getting shit done

He’s tha only one

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

But you can't have this shit for free

And its simple as that baby

Making mr. blue sky look like wayfarer five fifteen^32

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

U got 32 lienes but u'll never win

Riding around without a fuck given