This is a song about "17"

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

17 years old, and no one seems to see

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Am dope as fuck am 17 years old mc like ice tea

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

This declaration, a representation of my dedication/

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Mathematic denominator, i predominate dictators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Motivation from medication, starvation from education

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing