This is a song about "34"

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Navigate to a restaraunt for a petty date

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Searchin' for a new explosion

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

You're uncool like my mother kin

More like dick perpetual motion

I'm dreaming to be great

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Girl i know you want a piece of my function

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I call it my holy grace

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days