This is a song about "17 birthday"

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Let's have a toast for this new love

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

I need a 17 bra manage

When my competition ain't much

Now you buying birthday presents

She can make a pimp fall in love

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

It ain't my birthday today

And ya i got 16/17 voted in ma battles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I need a 17 car garage

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops