This is a song about "Centuries"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Rap faculties, could make me spit over centuries,

You were preserved for centuries and got off the stack

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

I'm everything that they call nice

An action word, a secret for centuries

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace