This is a song about "14 february"

You should be you messin' with february/

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Back up on my fly shit

And my rings 14 carat

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Extraterrestrial runnin' over pedestrians

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Zirconium passing a diamond it's draconian

That internal exorcist, expanding the intimate

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit