This is a song about "330"

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

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

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

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Bumpin c.s.f. in the whip and spittin some carcinogens/

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Jansport called and told ya backpack to ya original habitat/

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

Cot damn, martybars and c simeon out here.

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Man i was born in the 5-0-2, where cops don't come thru/

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you