This is a song about "330"

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

And destroy any fuck boy who been pumpin the game with estrogen/

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Fuck a motherfucker who say he only fuck with real rap/

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Remember one thing, if y'all spittin some filler lines/

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Simeon smoke plenty green and addicted to rippin beats/

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

We new passtime, and we feelin better than, better than the veterans/

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/