This is a song about "34"

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

"we can play the climax race, if you're so inclined"

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait

Taking my time, let me levitate

34. blood running down my sleeve,

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Just call to get something to munch on

So i eye a thick pretty waist

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

"got better view than imax, fucking your behind"

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Oo girl, what a disgrace

I miss the better days