This is a song about "17th birthday"

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

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

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

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

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

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

You ain't even call me on my birthday

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

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

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

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