This is a song about "Renaissance war in the 17 century s"

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Missy eliot she beat the twentieth century

We living in the 21st century

But we be having that jersey

I want to hit the beach, she wants the spanish civil war museum

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone