This is a song about "The 21st century"

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Organized crime, i kill your boss

I'm livin in the the 20th century

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Ham ma living in the 21st century

On they twitter writing novels, see

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit