This is a song about "35"

Go where you ain't been

You know i'm not ballin

And writing lyrics to get bent

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I've never smoked in my life

I've got nothing but bad intentions

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Lady at the frank stand will

Cause my mind ain't spherical

I'm working on four dimensions

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

But five years from now i bet she see

When i step in the building

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping