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

Who the illest and what the deal is

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

See the truth is life is stupid

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

(20th century demon man)

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

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

The facts is that thought is the best with the rhymes

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

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