This is a song about "Thirty dirty niggers"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

To put that into context autism usually gets you less than thirty,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

I just want somebody i can see

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat