This is a song about "330"

We're just corrupted youth acting like alcoholic mad men/

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Cot damn, martybars and c simeon out here.

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Go ahead, talk mo shit bout how you don't feel me/

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Simeon smoke plenty green and addicted to rippin beats/

Been ready to run up on it like a us embassy/

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Now i got visions of sippin lean with rocky gettin horizontal/

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle