This is a song about "Westside 21"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Inner medication, meditation, innovation and mental serenity

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Cause i got the illest satirical lyrical untamed brain that's nothin new

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

21 years of this life and he's still takin shit

South side we on this shit

In the midst of a fire pit

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Just say he's the best

21 straight wins at the event

I'm only 21 i got my hole life ahead

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

And the articles of confederation did not last; the constitution came in