This is a song about "Twenty two"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

How is this the twenty first century

Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Twenty one gun salute that's for justin

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

I conversed with this for twenty years.

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Twenty years past and my mind's cultivated

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Puttin two and two together

It is super sized, number twenty six

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits