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

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And the deeper that mean she get the sweeter

I'm reppin' my presence like pleasantness from north to south

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

You ain't a no king , ma raps will leave u conflicted, hoe you're so retard to learn

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

North cold or south cold, can't really make up my mind

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

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

That's my in the life south.

Hundred k in twenty-two hours