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

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

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

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

See, i like the person that you are

Surrounded by the crowded thousand and they all shouted

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

That if they cross my path

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing