This is a song about "Thirty orbits"

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand

I'm gettin discouraged with her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

All green nigga pick six

Eject ur rhymes in orbits,

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

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

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

A thirty shot to me is like a ten finger akimbo

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette