This is a song about "21"

And getting money is the song i sing

I'm a catch 21, this close to nothing

21 and 1 i can see that forthcoming

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Inner medication, meditation, innovation and mental serenity

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

My vigorous belligerent bitterness, left me in a deep hole of reverence.

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee