This is a song about "Thirty dirty niggers"

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand

Cause i got the burner in the hand

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

My demeanor, thirty years my senior