This is a song about "22"

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Accepted this challenging reality willingly... i'm going into the unknown

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

Either take the 22 or you can spare your bitch,

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

A understanding of my mentality, and a certain aspect of reality.

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

22. splitting simple divisions,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

To catch you in the radius, this miscellaneous canadian compatriot

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice