This is a song about "20 for 20"

I got 20/20 vision so this stuff i'll make it clear,

This batmobile is real hard to steer

Walking forward so uncertain if the moment's certain for a closing curtain

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

Gotta apologize to the coroner for the beat's severed extremities/

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

No room for democracies he's the prodigy and that's his great monopolies,

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

20$ for a small coffee, it's whiter than ireland

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

For being 20 years of age, shit i aint doing so shabby