This is a song about "530"

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

I would do awful awful things

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

I love dem ponies cos im cool as hell

Bring the battering ram where you live

I need yo nipples in my life

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

We both met new people, some real some fake

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Bitch i just wanna remember your smell

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well