This is a song about "Century"

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I'm to of a hickory to make my victory a memory, or unknown like the past century,

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

(20th century demon man)

Still the man with the pan

I'm livin in the the 20th century

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

But they got a nigga bonded up like the 19th century

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Ham ma living in the 21st century

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I may be the illest emcee to be born here in this time of the century