This is a song about "Thirty"

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

On they twitter writing novels, see

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

And my bank account look just like a phone card

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

A thirty shot to me is like a ten finger akimbo

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand