This is a song about "34"

Arrogant when i finish

I salivate at fine bitches

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

So i eye a thick pretty waist

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Navigate to a restaraunt for a petty date

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

More like dick perpetual motion

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

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

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

1:03-1:34- young zeke pass me the mike, blow up the beat like schleich,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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