This is a song about "330"

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Damn, in the past, we was bongin up brisk bottles/

We're still feeling the promise, some nights i kill 'em with kindness

New passtime invadin ya cranium like we came up ya sinus/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

I been bout keepin my dreams alive man, workin round the clock/

I been flowin so smooth and so heavenly/

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Simeon smoke plenty green and addicted to rippin beats/

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs