This is a song about "Immigration is the 19th century"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

How is this the twenty first century

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

The point of the story is that the world is unfair

Missy eliot she beat the twentieth century

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

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

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

The phrase the pays inside the streets is sharp is razor blades,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Who the illest and what the deal is