This is a song about "17th birthday"

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Night i need that she comin here right away

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

Tell me how can we live this way

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

You ain't even call me on my birthday

She will never get by, no how no way

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

You make a nigga's night turn day

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea