This is a song about "The 309"

So while you worry about the hoes

The more battles the better the flows

You gon' tip her

October november

A twenty somethin cup

When i roll another doob up

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Just a couple of no-good youths out on the loose

I dont even give a fuck

I know you're mad, but so what

Me and you i think we should ride

Pussy so tight hit it twice that night

Give em dick like advice

Right flows down and they might go nice