This is a song about "Twenty twenty"

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

I wont stop battling even until i turn twenty one,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

One through six yeah that's all gears

I conversed with this for twenty years.

Fuck them college girls the pussy best when twenty

And i got a little big, keep it low key

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Twenty second bar i think i just wrote fragment

Twenty years was enough to see

Cause some of you bitches funny