This is a song about "21 century"

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

I'm only 21 i got my hole life ahead

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

I'm to of a hickory to make my victory a memory, or unknown like the past century,

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

21 but haters know i got bitches to last a life time

Missy eliot she beat the twentieth century

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

We living in the 21st century

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

How is this the twenty first century

Trying to catch me riding dirty