This is a song about "Twenty one"

I conversed with this for twenty years.

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Twenty years was enough to see

Chillin' with homies and family

Twenty years was enough to see

Bait baby, wait baby

I'm almost done with splitting the track, at twenty-four bars,

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Twenty one gun salute that's for justin

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight