This is a song about "Twenty two"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Fuck them college girls the pussy best when twenty

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

Puttin two and two together

And then along came the wrong man for her

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

How is this the twenty first century

Twenty inch nail rifle

Lady at the frank stand will

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer

Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear

I don't know, obviously i disappear

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two