This is a song about "Twenty two"

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

You won six times and twenty two times you've lost

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

I'll be outta cum before im twenty eight