This is a song about "20 s"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

S on my chest like a superman vest

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple