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

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

This is takeover meets ether

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

In their eyes they got a few hundred thousand and they are rich

Got my foot on the gas

I put myself in this path

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

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

That if they cross my path

Crawls right down the crack of your ass