This is a song about "The 21st 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

I'm to of a hickory to make my victory a memory, or unknown like the past century,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The streetz is aint the safe

Say you through will all my foul ways

I bring the heat like the

Play the game nigga

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

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

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

In the heat of the summer,