This is a song about "Third thirty thousand north south path they either"

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Like i chose to take that path but they got caught in a blood bath,

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Now it’s your turn, spitting till your thirty?

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from