This is a song about "2005"

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Uh, its elementary

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

So now they making millions off of prisons

And turning our people to light, through prisms

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

I wish that was really true man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Somebody hold the banana, clip

This is like love, that you can never get

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control