This is a song about "Anne frank and her two years of hiding"

. planck time, frank crime, feel the heat of a shanked rhyme

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

I am fucking alive two thousand one years after christ

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

Two thousand and one years after christ

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

And getting money is the song i sing

Still residing waiting and hiding

I know some of those years

It's moe, all i need is more chips

14 years old and she's locked in herself in her room

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d