This is a song about "21st century"

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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

He fought us, got caught up, now selling dope on 21st block corner

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

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

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

(20th century demon man)

Cause u know that this my jam

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

These buggle popers say,theres a reason for the 21st century

I plug my usb cable right in, hundred percent in a century

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

We living in the 21st century

I just want somebody i can see