This is a song about "Twenty three"

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I came up hungry

At the age of fuckin three

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

From the discussion of top three

Where you belong with your family

Is that because you don't want your loss total as twenty three?

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

It is super sized, number twenty six

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks