This is a song about "Century sam"

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

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

Used to call me the african don dada

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I'm livin in the the 20th century

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

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

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

We might be back in this baby

Living in this century heavens doors aint closed but ill break and entry

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree