This is a song about "21 9plus10"

And now the present got you struggling

21 and 1 i can see that forthcoming

Of an operation and try to get allocation to up my reputation.

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

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

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

Im opening fire awn,anyone and anybody,screamin out the got me,

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

South side we on this shit

I put some cash in ya pocket