This is a song about "Tomasic i 30 ljudi"

30 mins with this solid will surely rock her world,

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

30 second submission ain't even staged, it ain't good luck when i break both ya legs

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

I expect a solemn apology from you audibly/

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

(starts at 30 seconds... starts kinda fast)

With such an ugly picture in it and

And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah

Beautiful are thou, africa

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below