This is a song about "34"

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

1:34-2:05 she sittin on my cock, while i work around the clock,

At an extremly alarming rate

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

Booze? i think i'll have a case

Haven't slept for days

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait

Early adapters agree they all late

"here's my address, meet you at my place at eight"

Let em marinate, you forever late

I ain't a man of the visual

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

And pray for better days

I call it my holy grace

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate