This is a song about "Thirty eight"

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

But the meg count's off half down to one twenty eight

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

A thirty shot to me is like a ten finger akimbo

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head