This is a song about "330"

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

Fuck with a man as anxious as me and i'll be em, you be papa doc/

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

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

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

Cot damn, martybars and c simeon out here.

I spit that 1980 pryor, that l.a. '92 violence/

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

What we do? keep it one hunned like aroldis chapman/