This is a song about "Twenty one pilots"

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Twenty years was enough to see

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

It is super sized, number twenty six

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman

I wont stop battling even until i turn twenty one,

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

By the water, au revoir to my audience

I conversed with this for twenty years.

This battles blackjack my lyric score gets twenty one,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run