This is a song about "Twenty two"

By the age of twenty two i'll be a loser or a dad

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Twenty one gun salute that's for justin

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

It is super sized, number twenty six

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Talking life expectancy, i don't expect ill see twenty three

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer