This is a song about "Thirty orbits"

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Moonlight orbits and light starts beaming

Questioning the whole meaning

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

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery