This is a song about "34"

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

I'm dreaming to be great

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

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

Catch you up on places i've been

More like dick perpetual motion

But i'm not in the first place

Oo girl, what a disgrace

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

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

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait

So i eye a thick pretty waist

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Five shots she ready to leave