This is a song about "Years and years"

Through slavery and doing years of confinement

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

Let's enjoy our younger years

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

I've laid dormant for years

And the v12, that's on various trips

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

About 3 years ago and i was the only one to hear

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

And got a few more years and some tears, this is anyone

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Its been 2 years and i got a lot of practise

Twenty years past and my mind's cultivated

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big