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

Surrounded by the crowded thousand and they all shouted

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

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

Or a measure of a fortune more awesome

Own decisions either

Or something that you paid for

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

A cynical state of mind, untypical words with sophistical meaning, mystical turn/

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

That if they cross my path

So chase the air hide your stash

They say to be careful of the path you tread, and this path you led

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head