This is a song about "Perc 30"

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Vimy ridge. uhh ohh. the germ's got 30 to 45,000 men. oh that's cute.

:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I expect a solemn apology from you audibly/

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

30 person overdose on one o, the phonies know

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Im sayin one night my love is like that