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

These buggle popers say,theres a reason for the 21st century

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

You'll still find someone, somewhere criticizing him.

And that's a fact but beginners gotta start somewhere

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

Your songs are so fuckin lame

All the bitches know my name

Missy eliot she beat the twentieth century

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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