This is a song about "Twenty two"

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Twenty one gun salute that's for justin

And all women who had light features, see

How is this the twenty first century

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

I got my mind sold by the devil, bought in dollars got it for twenty

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I thought i recognized her

Puttin two and two together

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

And i feared that my fans say i failed

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste