This is a song about "Centuries"

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

You were preserved for centuries and got off the stack

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Rap faculties, could make me spit over centuries,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

An action word, a secret for centuries

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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