This is a song about "The 30"

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

30 second submission ain't even staged, it ain't good luck when i break both ya legs

Rap bad now this has been 30 bars of destruction

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

But even then sealed his fate for 30 plus some years

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

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

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

I expect a solemn apology from you audibly/

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though