This is a song about "Perc 30"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Im ridein around with that big 30, these fat bitch's they stay thirsty

If i dont die before im 30 than ill be in a prison

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

(starts at 30 seconds... starts kinda fast)

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

You never heard of me but for sure i can murder beats/

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Sack 30 feet in the ground.