This is a song about "35"

But how i rap you'd assume it

One night love: i'mma need that

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Chill with asap and get get lit

To jump up and throw a fit

The master of this rap shit

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Scrubbing toilets to afford rent

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Half your body laying on my chest

And writing lyrics to get bent

She all on my skin

You know i'm not ballin

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

I bring more ruckus than wu tang