This is a song about "1995 april 25"

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Who know this be the life that i really live

Under 25, living the fuckin life

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Without a sentence bail, it’s 25 to life,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

I go 25 hours a day sometimes when i rhyme

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Look for that label, hope soon maybe april.

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

"25 to life" and this hatred of mine