This is a song about "17"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Mathematic denominator, i predominate dictators

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

You won 17-13 cause of all those fake fuckin accounts.

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

I was 17 wen he kicked us 3 to the gutter the stupid mother fucker

I created this image

I need a 17 bra manage

Motivation from medication, starvation from education

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Dealin' with it 1.3 miles wide and goin 17 miles long?

At 1 minute and 17 seconds, is when this rap i'm ending

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring