This is a song about "Century miner going somewhere lame"

You'll find golden things like a miner

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

All the bitches know my name

While you were sittin being lame,

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

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

Is just so fucking lame.

It’s not a game, hold your dame

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Missy eliot she beat the twentieth century

Not that this ain't lucrative, but i just need your energy

And that's a fact but beginners gotta start somewhere

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

I plug my usb cable right in, hundred percent in a century

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see