This is a song about "Thirty orbits"

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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Eject ur rhymes in orbits,

You shook my world and it felt apart

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

Moonlight orbits and light starts beaming

Straight g thing, double m g thing

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

A thirty shot to me is like a ten finger akimbo

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand