This is a song about "Tomasic i 30 ljudi"

Rap bad now this has been 30 bars of destruction

I'm talking all emotion, the deepest of discussion

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I gather fanatics and there's nothin that i would rather have/

Into her vertice until i heard her scream your hurtin me/

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

30 mins with this solid will surely rock her world,

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

30 person overdose on one o, the phonies know