This is a song about "Centuries"

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

You were preserved for centuries and got off the stack

Same thing that kept 'em down, oppressed 'em all for centuries,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Rap faculties, could make me spit over centuries,

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

An action word, a secret for centuries

Matter fact it's bright for 2, centuries that's many moons

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth