This is a song about "Twenty eight"

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Twenty years past and my mind's cultivated

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight

Our vision never changed, we self made

All up in her backspace like a delete button

Twenty one gun salute that's for justin

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

But the meg count's off half down to one twenty eight

City national bank evolve into shape

I'm level two, you're level eight

Where every recipient, property of the state

When i put ten in the bank and they take eight?

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine